Thursday, November 15, 2012
Thursday Tales: Waiting for a Boy
Rachel dropped the brush back into the bottle and blew on her nails. He would be here any minute. Applying a layer of lipstick, she made a kissing face at her reflection in the mirror. Did she look okay? Something always seemed to go wrong.
She checked the window, but the street was still empty. The clock said he would be here in five minutes or less. Five minutes or less.
Rachel eyed her reflection one more time. Her hair was perfect. Her make-up was perfect. Her outfit was perfect. Everything was perfect this time. Nothing could go wrong this time. She heard a motor and ran to the window.
His car stood in her driveway. He climbed out and glanced up at her window. He was so handsome. Tall. Dark. And very Handsome. Rachel was so transfixed that she jumped when the doorbell rang.
She ran down the stairs and pulled open the door. "Hi Jacob," she greeted breathlessly, leaning against the door in what she hoped was an inviting pose.
Jacob nodded. "Hi Rachel. Good to see you... again." He unbuttoned the bag in his arms and pulled out a box. "You guys having a party or something? You're sure ordering a lot of pizzas."
Rachel blinked. "What? Umm... yes. Yes, a party. That's it." She smiled up at him. "Do you want to come in?"
Jacob shook his head. "Sorry, I have to work. Pizza delivery, you know. But I'll see you around, okay?"
Rachel gave him the money for the pizza and waved goodbye as he walked down the path to his car. Closing the door behind her, she wandered into the kitchen and tossed the pizza onto the stack already delivered. He said he'd see her around.
Picking up the phone, she pressed a few buttons and waited.
"Hi, Pizza Hut? I'd like to order another pizza..."