3 – Are we getting closer or not?

Hi,

I think I should remember you; for as I know you are the one who ate three slices of chocolate cake in twenty minutes. I don't know what to write right now, I never though you'd actually message me, but now seeing the message can't hide the smile. And yes, I enjoyed in the coffee with you too.

I'm surprised that you actually remember why I moved in first place in Phoenix, and yes I met my publisher, very sweet woman. I got first assignment as well and I'm doing terribly, I don't have inspiration. Phoenix is very nice, though I didn't see much of it; I'm closed up in house 24/7 working on the first chapter of my new book.

Maybe it's wrong, and of course, delusional but I really enjoyed in time spent with you. You're a great person, if I can say so.

Lola :D

"Why are you grinning so?" Michelle asked with smirk on her face as she looked at shit-eating grin on Lola's face "Inspiration?"

Lola just shrugged; she wanted to keep a secret for now. Michelle had really bunter imagination. "Nothing," she said with small smirk, closing the laptop as she did so, "Do you want coffee?"

Michelle was taken aback with that statement. Lola refused to go out since she didn't have even a first chapter to send to her lector and publisher. "I like this one Lola," she mused, "but where went the old one?" Michelle asked as she took her jacket and dressed it. Lola quickly pulled pair of basketball shorts, since she loved the freedom of wearing panties and wrapped her messy hair in ponytail.

"I just wish big cup of coffee. And a slice of chocolate cake." Lola chuckled on end, remembering the previous happenings that involved chocolate cake. "You know I love you." she said happily as she hugged Michelle around her shoulders.

Jackson walked through the small pathway through the Griffith Park. It was unusually gloomy day for L.A and he was free to do whatever. With his camera around neck he walked around a bit before sitting on a bench. It was calm, not many people were walking around and he just pulled his jacket closer to his body and smiled in nothing.

His thoughts wandered to Lola. He wondered if she read that email and if she bothered to reply at his honest words. He hoped sincerely that she at least looked at it. His hands dug into his jacket pockets and he pulled his phone out. It was near 4pm and that email was sent like six hours ago.

Jackson then chuckled to himself, he didn't know why he acted like he did right now; but he knew it wasn't the first time since he met Lola that he laughed at something that she said that night, or that he smirked often only remembering on her stupid jokes. And how much he enjoyed in that feeling, he was scared to admit that he likes Lola more then it should.

Lola and Michelle laughed, sitting outside the nice café in the Main Street of Phoenix, just looking around on the people and enjoying in the time they had together. "So you think a lot on that vintage boy?" Michelle asked.

Lola almost spitted her coffee at the table as Michelle mentioned Jackson. "Um…" Lola suddenly was at lost of her words. She didn't know what to say, she wasn't prepared for that question.

"Come on. I agreed when you said that his name was unimportant but I fucking want to know if you like him." Michelle pressed as Lola looked at her large cup of coffee. Suddenly the foam on the cup sides looked interesting. "I know you do." Michelle sang.

"Okay," Lola said looking up to meet Michelle's eyes, "I do think on him." she admitted silently.

"I knew it." Michelle said as she finished her coffee. "That's why you smile without reason."

Lola gasped. "I do?"

"Yes you do, missy. You look like you're high or something. You just sit there in front of your laptop, look on side or somewhere and grin like you're on drugs." Lola felt her pale cheeks blushing at Michelle's words but she couldn't hide the grin that formed on her face. "So you won't tell me more about him."

Lola composed her face; something pulled her back to reality. "It's not important, right?"

Michelle narrowed her eyes for few moments but again sighed.

Jackson had shit-eating grin on his face for the five minutes, watching on the computer screen. Ben sat on the sofa opposite him, chewing and apple as Dean sat perched up on sofa recliner, licking his paw. "Okay." Ben said with smirk in his voice. "What's so funny?"

Jackson looked up from message that he just started to read for the fifth time. He was acting like teenager but he couldn't help. When he saw her email, and when he read what she wrote the same feeling of liking her just doubled in his gut. "N-Nothing." He replied to Ben, making his face back to his casual one.

"You're fucking saying bullshit! Why are you grinning?" Ben urged as he stood up and walked around to see on the laptop screen. Jackson's reflexes were too slow that moment and before he could shut the laptop Ben's lean and tall figure was leaning over his shoulder to see on the screen. "Who's that chick?" he asked sitting on the couch next Jackson. "It's not stalker, isn't?"

Jackson gave him 'fuck off' look. "It's not stalker." He slumped with his shoulders. "That's Lola." He said, hiding the dreamy sigh that he held somewhere in his throat.

Ben looked at him with funny expression on his face. His eyebrows shot up and he waved his hand as if trying to say 'continue please'. "And Lola is who?" he asked very slowly.

"I met her that night when I went earlier from gig. Remember?" Ben nodded. "I almost hit her with Van—…"

"…—If she is blackmailing you, you should call police dude—…"

"…—no Ben she's not blackmailing me. If you'd listen to end, you'd know everything." Jackson said with sigh and annoyed face expression. "Lola is girl that I almost hit with our Van. Well anyways we had the same night coffee in her small apartment and we get to know each other," Ben grinned widely and Jackson coughed, "we get to know each other with words Ben, with words." Ben just waved with his head and putted strand of his hair behind his ear.

"And why wasn't she here already? If you like her so it's logical to ask her out on a date or two." Ben was now utterly interested in his story.

"She moved away." Jackson used the same tone like with Ashley week before. "She got job in Phoenix and she left L.A for her own good. I just got her first email."

"Oh dude that's like shit." Jackson nodded at Ben's words. "Is she pretty?"

Jackson laughed and nodded. "Yeah she is pretty. Not the usual prettiness what people consider. She has something, somewhat of vintage in her looks." Jackson explained as she threw a look at the email.

"Are you gonna reply to that?" Ben asked as he threw again another look on the screen and the short mail that was written over the screen.

"Sure." Jackson said as he took laptop and went around the table and outside on the balcony. "But not in front of you." he threw to Ben as he went out and Ben just shook his head, taking can of beer from the table and turning the TV on.

Jackson didn't waste a moment to sit around. Without further minding over the best words he hit the button reply and placed his fingers on the keys.

It was two and a half of cake, two and half slices; don't you threw that on me missy :D I'm a cake lover, what can I say to my defending? Why didn't you believe that I'll message you? Well, yes, maybe my message was like month later but I still didn't forget on you. Actually you're too sweet to forget…

Inspiration? The loss of it is the worst thing what can happen to artist or writer, in your case. I really hope you'd manage it and kick asses at your publisher office. And if your publisher is really as sweet as you said, she'd understand.

Phoenix is a very pretty city. You should check it out sometimes. There are few really cool bars, they are worth of visiting. My band and I played few gigs last year in Phoenix and I enjoyed there, the people are very sweet.

I hope you have good time for the rest of the day.

PS. You ate two slices of cake, so don't judge me…:D

With a big grin, Lola finished the first chapter and sent it via email to her publisher. It was like lightening that hit her head two hours ago, she got the best idea on the world and she quickly wrote the notes down before starting the first chapter.

"By your grin I say you have first chapter finished." Michelle guessed as she entered the room and threw her jacket on the couch. She just came from work as gallery worker and same moment sat down on the armchair, placing her tired, and from heels bruised, feet's on the coffee table.

"Yep." Lola said proudly as she took bite of apple from the table. "I had the grand idea this morning and I'm writing notes the whole day. I sent the plot and first chapter to Mary and I hope for the best."

Michelle nodded, closing her eyes and rubbing her temples. "I know you'd make it. You're awesome writer; it won't be strange if you get the book in less then four weeks." Michelle then looked up at her. "If you want to go out tonight on dinner, you better go and take shower, because there won't be any water if I step there. I'm so tired." Lola nodded, making the soldiers salute before jogging to the bathroom, leaving her laptop open, hoping that Jackson would reply her once again.

She stepped out of the bathroom, dried herself down and pulled her undergarments on. She was placing her dirty laundry in bucket when Michelle called from living room. "Hey you got the mail?"

Lola without second thoughts ran out the bathroom, still wearing her boy knickers and sports bra, with her wild and unkempt hair into living room like mad woman before pushing Michelle away from sofa, moving the little arrow to the new email.

"You are crazy?" Michelle said. "Who is so important to you? You could've killed me!"

Lola grinned reading the first paragraph before smiling at Michelle. "It's him."