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Act 5: Sara

I stop the car in front of a dinner that is familiar to me, I cut the ignition, exit the car and make my way around to open the door for Catherine.

She's feeling slightly better to at least walk on her own, but I stay at a reasonable distance in case she'd have a dizzy spell. I hold the door open for her and once inside she letme take the lead again. I take us to my usual booth and we seat down. The waiter comes to us as soon as he sees us.

"What's up Sar?" he greets me with a bright smile before leaning in and kissing my cheek.

"Hey, Dewey. I'm good thanks, what about you?"

"Same here."

"How's your shift?"

"Slow, for once."

"What are you watching then?" I ask, knowing that on days like these he watches old movies.

"All about Eve," he chuckles.

"Again?"

"Hey, you know me, I'm a sucker for Bette Davis," he bites his bottom lip in awe and I just giggle shaking my head in response.

"Oh by the way, this is Catherine Willows," I remember that I'm not alone.

"Your co-worker right?" he smiles and offers his hand to Catherine. "I'm Dewey, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Catherine shakes his hand. "Nice to meet you too."

"So, ladies, what can I get you?"

I look at Catherine so she can order first. "I'll have coffee and…pancakes, please."

"Sara?"

"The usual please."

"Coming right up."

And with that he leaves our table.

"You come here often?"

"It's a cool place," I reply nodding.

"How come he knew we worked together?" she asks with a smile. "I take it you talk about me."

"I talk about work," I correct her. "Plus, with Nick you're the only one who never came to have breakfast here with me, well now Nick's the only one."

"I see," her tone is flatter and her smile is gone.

Dewey comes back with our plates before going back to his movie. Catherine contemplates my plate and raises an eyebrow.

"You're eating eggs? I thought you did the whole veggie thing."

"I am a vegetarian, not a vegan, and I have my moments with meat."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"And here I was thinking that you were strictly against anything that had a face," she feigns disappointment.

"You learn something new about me everyday."

She hums in agreement. "So…do you normally pick up redheads?"

I sigh heavily. "Does it matters?"

"It was just a question Sar... no need to be defensive."

"I don't have the preference whatsoever to be honest. There's something that can catch my eyes in everybody, I just have to look close," she shrugs. "I'm sorry for being harsh earlier."

She sips her coffee. "It's okay," she dismisses my apology yet I don't feel any better for my behaviour.

"I was just upset. I don't like being played like you did," I explain. "Unless I play along that is."

"Are you saying you didn't know what I was doing?" she chuckles.

"Not on the moment."

"You accused me of using my sexuality before," she states. No matter how much time passed, how closer we got to one another and how many times we made amend to one another, some of our remarks are still lingering over our heads to this day.

"I guess tonight was a proof of that theory."

"Can we just be honest for a moment, Sara?"

"I've been nothing but honest with you," I reply.

"Okay…does that mean you think I've been dishonest with you?"

Here we go again for the tongue twister. Why she always does that is beyond me.

"Why do you have to over analyse and twist everything I say? I'm not speaking with innuendos here. So stop thinking that I mean something else when I say something."

She doesn't answer and just cups her mug with both her hands. She looks outside for a moment, watching the cars passing by before turning her attention back to me. "Are you attracted to me at all? Or…are you going to stick with the line that you were just responding to a stimulus?"

"You're an attractive woman Cath," I sigh. "Here, you have it, happy?"

"I know I'm attractive. The question is, are you attracted to me."

I can't help the low laugh escaping my throat. "Unbelievable. Are you always that much conceited?"

She sighs. "I'm attracted to you."

I raise my eyebrows before exhaling. This is the second time she told me something I didn't see coming. "Alright," I shrug a bit.

She leans back against the cushiony seat and watches the cars coming and going outside of the diner. I keep eating in silence, letting her getting lost in thoughts. She focuses on her pancakes just the time to take some bites, then she goes back to her contemplation.

"You're attractive Cath. I'm not denying it, just like that redhead earlier was attractive. But so what? What do you expect?

"Nothing, obviously, I expect nothing."

"You know, I don't understand how some of the boys' talks got to your head that much. Just because there's attraction doesn't mean it'll go further than this."

"You're right…what was I thinking."

"Seriously, we've been friend for long, and I didn't discover you were attractive yesterday, why would anything change? For some stupid bet?"

She just nods, she has un-Catherine like. She never stays silent, she always protests or argues. Right now it's like she was resigning herself to accept each of my words.

"About this morning, I'm extremely sorry for coming to your house, I was drunk and not in a clear state of mind."

She nods and marks a bit before speaking. "I'm not sorry for today in the locker room."

I barely nod. I notice that she just keeps pushing her food around her plate. "I've lost my appetite," she states as if she could read my mind.

"Do you want me to take you home?"

"You can finish your food first."

I take a few more bites and drain my mug of coffee before pushing my plate away. I reach in my pocket as I see Catherine rummaging through her purse. "Don't, I got it"

"No," she throws some bills on the table. "It's the least I can do."

"Thank you," I don't argue.

We walk to the door but I stay at the bar. "Dewey?"

He appears in seconds. "You need anything?"

"No actually we're leaving, thanks for everything."

"Sure."

I motion him to come closer with my finger and put a bill on the chest pocket of his shirt. "Have a nice day," I wink at him.

"Thanks Sara, you too. Take care and see you soon," he nods with a smile as we walk out. "Goodbye Catherine."

Catherine only raises her hand and exits the diner.

The drive back to Catherine's place is almost completely silent except for the radio playing softly in the background. When I park in her driveway, I exit the car first and open her door once again. She steps out of the car, I close the door and lock the car. She seems to be steadier than earlier, but I still walk with her to her front door just in case she'd have a dizzy spell.

She unlocks her door and turns to me before opening it. "Do you want to come in?"

"Do you want me to come in?" I return her question.

"Only if you want to."

"I think could use some real coffee, the one at the diner left to be desired."

She opens the door and invites me in. I step in the entrance and hear her lock the door behind us.

For a second I wonder what I'm doing here. I should be having a nice time with some woman I'm trying to know and do crazy things. I mean now I know Catherine's fine so I should go back to whatever I had planned to do before. Yet I'm here, why? I don't have any clue.

Damn you Willows, for making me act out of character.

Damn you Willows.


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