Chapter Sixty-Six
Fiona’s Point of View:
Most of Frivolous’ staff know us now and they like to joke about Eleanor’s indecisiveness and long hours shopping.
The first time we had come here, Eleanor had spent a good 5 hours picking out clothes and changing, with the store manager constantly sending girls to come and check if we hadn’t gone and made away with dresses somehow.
When we realized, I and James had had a good laugh out of the situation and Eleanor had just shrugged.
When my clothes are rung up, I bring out Alex’s card and pay, making a mental note to give her a call once I get back in the car.
His flight shouldn’t have lasted more than 6 and a half hours, give or take and I’m a little worried that he didn’t call me once he settled in, as is his usual practice.
I see a shadow quickly disappear to the left end of the store as we step out, but I chalk it up to my jitteriness from my thoughts and dreams.
“Let’s get some lime pies,” Eleanor suggests as we throw the bags into the back seat, patting her tummy through her puffy top. We both settle in the front seats.
Yeah, just a second. I pick up my bag and get my cell phone, expecting to find a missed call from Alex, nothing. With a frown, I dial his number, but I only get him answering messages after the call rings merrily away a few times.
Eleanor is watching me now.
“Alex?”
“Yeah,” I say, shrugging, he’s probably just busy with work, I conclude as I drive out of the parking space.
“I thought you didn’t care for him?” She asked with a frown.
“I do not,” I almost yelled to her.
Tristan’s Point of View:
I wait till their car is on the road before pulling out of the parking lot and peeling after them on my bike.
I saw Eleanor, the other lady, glance back regularly and I wondered if she knew I was there.
I scowled to myself; it had been an amateur move to get caught by that girl last night.
I had to tell her a false story about how I was attracted to the princess, or rather, Fiona, as she had called her, fitting. I wasn’t sure I wanted to tell this bubble gum-like girl anything about our mission, we lived out of this realm for a reason, anyway.
They ride on for about ten minutes, while I follow, dodging behind cars to not blow my cover.
They’re laughing at something as they step out of the car, and I assess her better now in daylight. She’s perfectly figured for a citizen of, what they would term as lanky.
I see it before they notice the little animal with the sharpened teeth. Forgetting my attempt at stealth, I yell out for them to be careful.
Fiona’s Point of View:
“Watch out!” Someone had shouted from behind us, I do not know why but the voice sounded very familiar.
“You! You again!” I said to no one in particular.
When I had first seen him, he did not look like one who was meant to be scared.
But as I looked, I saw a different guy, not the prideful, pompous, and big-headed guy I met the other day. I saw a guy, just human, afraid to lose someone. I am ashamed to admit that I never thought of it like that, that we were all humans after all.
He looked normal today, like just any other guy you’d meet. Not like he was not normal the last time, but there was just something about him today.
Perhaps because he let me see his vulnerable side. He had a look of concern on his face as he came closer, but I would not let myself be deceived by this stranger.
I would rather stick with the first impression. First impressions were all that mattered.
“This guy looks familiar,” Eleanor had said when she saw I would not take my eyes off him.
“He is the one from the concert. How could you forget that?” I queried.
“Yo, go easy on me. Why the heat? I just asked a question, that’s all,” she added.
She was right, I could not explain how I suddenly just got angry at nothing.
“It must be him,” I thought.
Anytime he was around or near me, I would become vexed. It was like he irritated my demons or whatever it was that got flared up. Some part of me was grateful that he was there, a mix of emotions and I could not explain why.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, feigning surprise.
“Be polite, he most definitely just helped us,” Eleanor had said, trying to shush me.
“I see you are not only having issues with anger but also with saying ‘thank you it is not that hard you know,” he said and went back to being the guy I disliked and hated.
“You should at least let me know your name. I am Tristan by the way,” he had said, giving his biggest smile.
“I am Fiona,” I replied, returning the handshake.
“And this is my friend Eleanor, she was at the concert too,” he had only smiled.
“Fiona. It is such a beautiful name. I do not think it is quite common around here for people to give their children such types of names,” he was smart, I would give it to him and intelligent.
“Well, I am special, and my mom never ceases to tell me that all the time saying it would only be a matter of time before I get to see it.”
Every time I was near him, it was like I tend to over talk or overdo everything. It was like he made me talk.
“How is Alex?” He asked leaving me surprised at his question.
“Erm… he traveled and is fine.”
Wait! How did he know about Alex? Why did he not ask about my family too? He just seemed to know everything about me, and I knew nothing about him.
I opened my mouth to ask him these questions and as always, he seemed to read my mind and immediately waved us goodbye.