Heavy Rain 2: Black and White
Day One
Chapter 2: Gordi's Date
"Thanks," I told the waiter as she placed my plate in front of me. I stirred my noodles around with my fork.
"Hey, Emma?" I looked up.
"Yeah, Gordi?" I asked.
"You know it's our five month anniversary tomorrow,"
"Oh," I mumbled. "I had forgotten."
He looked at me hopefully. "Do you want to do something tomorrow evening?"
I thought for a moment. I knew I was free. "Yeah, if you want to," I looked at my dinner again.
"I do want to. Let's see a movie. I'll pick you up." He took a bite of his food.
"Sounds like fun," There was a pause. I took a drink. "We don't have to go out if you don't want to."
"No," he answered quickly. "I want to do something. I'll need company."
I nodded my head. His dad died of heart failure a few years ago during the fall and lately it was hard for him to be alone. He'd been inviting me over and taking me out almost every night. As much as I liked Gordi, I wasn't sure I enjoyed the special treatment.
He reached across the table and began to caress my hand. He smiled at me hopefully. I smiled back. "Hey, we've been dating for a while," he began. "And I really enjoy your company. I was wondering if you wanted to move in with me."
I was shocked. Gordi was rich and had a nice house. He had given me a key a month back, but I was not sure I was quite ready for this next big step. I figured if I moved in with him, though, I might fix his loneliness problem. I also knew I would feel safer living with him.
"Sure," I said. "I'll start packing tomorrow."
He smiled and called the waitress over to ask for the bill. I turned to look out at the rain as it trailed down the window. It was already dark outside.
On the way back to my apartment, Gordi held on to my hand. When he parked in front of my building, I felt uncomfortable.
"Thanks for the dinner. It was nice," I told him before I leaned closer and kissed him. "But could you walk me in?"
He gave me a look. "Sure," he said as he unbuckled his seatbelt.
As we walked into the building, I couldn't help but feel the familiar feeling of being watched.