Chapter 4
"That's probably John..." Sara said into the phone when she heard the knock at her door "Alright see you at seven."
She hung up and made her way to her front door.
"Did you forget your..." Sara said opening the door.
Michael just stood there. He knew he should probably say something but as soon as she had opened the door all he had planned on telling her was suddenly lost.
"Hi..." he finally managed to choke out.
"Hi..." she replied obviously as lost for words as he was.
"Michael, what are you doing here?" Sara asked snapping from her trance.
"I had to come and find you." he replied.
"Michael, I don't think..."
"Please Sara. Just five minutes, that's all I'm asking." he interrupted.
"Okay." she reluctantly agreed "Come in."
Michael stepped inside and followed her into the kitchen.
"Coffee?" she asked making her way to the pot on the counter.
"Yeah, sure." Michael replied taking a seat on the bar stool.
She handed him his mug and took a seat across from him.
He awkwardly thanked her and took a sip.
They sat in silence neither knowing how to start.
"Sara I..." Michael started ready to plead his case when they were suddenly interrupted by the door opening.
"Hey sweetheart." John said walking in and placing a kiss on Sara's forehead.
"Hi." she said quickly looking back at Michael who looked like he was about ready to puke.
"I'm sorry I didn't realize you had company." he replied extending his hand to Michael "Nice to meet you I'm John."
Michael took his hand and shook it "Michael."
"I used to know Michael in college." Sara lied "He was in town and decided to stop by."
"Really?" John asked looking over at Michael.
She looked at him silently pleading to go along with her story.
"Yeah..." Michael replied "I'm in town visiting a friend and decided to come over and catch up with Sara."
"That's nice." John said smiling.
"Michael was just leaving so..." Sara said standing up.
"Well why don't you stay for dinner?" John asked.
"I couldn't..." Michael replied.
"Oh come on, I never get to meet any of Sara's friends."
"John, Michael doesn't want to stay for our rehearsal dinner." Sara tried to persuade him.
"She's right; I don't want to be any trouble." Michael agreed.
"No trouble. The more the merrier. What do you say Mike?" John asked putting his arm around Sara.
That was all the motivation Michael needed.
"Sure."