I know you guys are waiting, but writing is a process for me, and some of those take longer than others, sometimes because I love that story and want it to be perfect, other times because I have another idea in my head that I need to get out…. So that's how I work I hope everyone has a great weekend!
I don't own Crossing Lines or it's characters.
It was a disaster. Eva had never, ever, been so bored in her whole life. The only thing her date talked about was how tough it was to be a man today, and how much they had to work. Then he implied that he was underpaid just because he was a man, and Eva choked on her wine. When he slyly tried to imply that taking nude photos could make someone pretty rich, pretty fast Eva asked for the check. Declining her date's offer of a ride home, she called for a cab. They stood in awkward silence until it pulled up next to them and she let out a relieved breath. Finally this night was going to be over soon.
"So, a good night kiss?"
Eva shook her head. How dense could one person be? "No, I'm sorry, but I…"
Before she could finish her sentence he planted his lips on her and Eva let out a shocked gasp before pushing him away harshly.
"What is wrong with you? I said no!"
"Hey calm down, I thought you were staring at my lips."
"I wasn't, definitely not, and don't do that again. Understood?"
He nodded dumbly and she shook her head, getting in to the cab and leaving without saying goodbye.
She was tired. She'd only been on a few dates the last couple of years and they never worked out for more than a few weeks. Usually her job got in the way, they worked long hours and never knew what country they would be waking up in. She loved it, but it sure put a strain on the dating. And then this idiot…How did she even find them? They all seemed so normal at first. When the cab pulled up outside her building she paid and thanked the driver for coming so quickly when she called. The elderly man blushed and said it was no problem, anything for a lady. Perhaps chivalry wasn't completely dead.
The elevator was always slow and usually she didn't mind, but tonight she just wanted to curl up in her bed and feel sorry for herself. She was tired, she was sad, and she wasn't looking forward to Tommy and Sebastian's teasing. Sometimes life was just too much to bear alone, she thought as she unlocked the door. She could almost feel the weight on her shoulders and the strain it put on them.
She opened the door and sighed as the keys fell to the floor instead of the table. Of course. When she got back up she noticed two pair of eyes staring at her from the couch.
"Hey. How was the date?"
There was no teasing in Sebastian's voice, they just stared at her probably pretty sad self. Tommy took in the expression on her face, and the way her hand was clenching the keys. He smiled a little and then patted the space between him and Sebastian.
"We're having a Die Hard marathon."
That was all the invitation she needed and she quickly got rid of the keys, her coat and shoes before shuffling over to them. The warmth and familiarity overwhelmed her and she blinked away a tear.
Tommy put his arm around her shoulder and soon she found herself laying with her head in his lap, and her feet on Sebastian's lap who offered her a piece of chocolate.
"I saved it for you."
