Chapter 15

"Um, can I get a cookie?" I said to the still angry looking woman behind the counter.

She breathed heavily, "Yes dear. What flavour?"

"Uh, chocolate chip please." She picked up a pair on tongs, picked up a cookie and slid it onto the plate. She was just handing the plate over when the door of the café opened and the man stuck his head in and shouted, "And I'm getting custody of the kids!" and then left. The woman yelled something back at him and then dropped the plate and my cookie on the floor accidentally. "Oh sorry!" she said.

"Uh it's ok." I muttered.

When I finally got a cookie, I set it down on the coffee table and Theo beckoned me to sit next to him on the sofa. I sat down and he put his arm around me. I smiled and sipped my coffee.

"So what do we do now?" I said.

"Well, start making our way back to camp I suppose."

"Oh right." I sighed.

"Yeah, I know." He sighed. "But, before we go back we can have some fun in New York!"

"What plans have you made?"

He tapped his nose, "Now, that would telling." We left some money on the table and left.

That night, we made it to Central Park after a day of crazy shopping and eating in ridiculously expensive restaurants. We were only able to do this because one Greek coin was about $100 so we were loaded. We climbed over the fence and lay on the grass beside the lake and drank Fanta.

"I drew you something." Theo said, pulling out his notepad.

It was a drawing of me, standing on a balcony overlooking the outskirts of a big city. I was wearing a short floaty dress, it was a dusky rose with black lace patterns on it. My hair was blowing in the wind and my eyes were lowered shyly. It looked like a photograph, it was so detailed. I was speechless.

"It's... beautiful." I whispered.

"It's not as beautiful as you are." He whispered back.

I blushed and looked away. The next thing I knew Theo had his arms wrapped around me. I moved closer and kissed him.

As I drifted off to sleep in Theo's arms, I felt so safe and content. Surely nothing bad could happen now. Why am I always so very very wrong?