Isabella
“This place is beautiful,” I said to Micah staring at the place we were in. I had a little moment of fear as we approached the restaurant. I recalled Tristan and imagined he had asked me to take his hands and trust him, but when I opened my eyes it was Micah who was in front of me.
“Are you sure, you’re okay?” He was genuinely concerned and I nod my head at him, trying to forget about it. I wasn’t going to think of Tristan today. It was going to me about me having a good time with Micah.
“Thank you,” I smiled warmly at him.
“Thank you for letting this happen,” He looked really happy, and I didn’t know how to respond but just smiled.
“You look absolutely breathtaking,” He stated to me intensely, and I looked at him with a blush on my face at the compliment he gave me.
But my mind drifted off to when Tristan said it to me. I felt tingles, I felt my body exploded in joy. But when Micah said it I didn’t feel any of those. It was just bland, and wasn’t as enticing and compelling like when Tristan said it.
“Thank you,” I finally responded, shaking the thought of Tristan away.
“You’re welcome,” he smiled…
“Can I call the waiter?” He asked and I nod my head, trying so hard to make sure my mind here, and not on Tristan.
“Have a good time,” I heard his voice in my head again. That was the last thing he said to me before I left the front door. I was angry at him for saying that.
“How could he wish me a good time when clearly I wanted to be in his hands? I would have stayed it he stopped me? I would have stayed there staring into each other ryes for hours without getting tired. But have a good time, it wasn’t what I wanted,” I thought angrily, and noticed the waiter leave with our order.
“So how’s work and life?” He looked nervous, and took a sip of water waiting for my response.
“I’m good actually, but work been alot of stressful considering the new prouduct launch coming up,” I sighed and now it was my time to sip from the water.
“How’s work? Tell me it hasn’t be hell like mine?” I tried to joked and it worked I guess, because he laughed..
“Well, not exactly hell like us. It’s been okay ish,” He says and I smiled at him, when our bottle of champagne arrived, with our tray of food.
“My highlight this week was when you texted me,” He said and I looked at him suspiciously.
“I don’t believe you,” I told him, as we started to eat.
“Oh you don’t, of course you don’t,” he looked at me briefly as if he wanted to say something but just continued to eat.
“Okay, now why is that? I’m only asking so you could convince me to belief you, ” I explained to him, so he wouldn’t get ideas.
“Okay well, I texted you and asked we hang out, but you dismissed immediately,” He started.
“But I explained..,” He interrupted.
“Yes, I understand that you were busy. Fair, but it still hurts okay,” He said in his defense.
“Okay fair,” I said and chewed my food properly.
“But when I saw your text on Wednesday at 2:13pm,” he started and I looked at him bewildered.
“You can’t be that accurate,” I said and pulled out my phone, looking at him as I tapped on our inbox.
“2:13pm,” I said looking at him like that was impossible.
“How did you?”I looked at him, but he just smiled.
“Well back to my story,” he said but I stared at him, unable to speak. Why? That was the question in my head.
“You asked if i was free, and wanted to hang out,” His tone was pitched a little due to the excitement he had from talking about it.
“Now mind you, I was racking my head thinking of how to bring up this conversation and talk to you, about seeing you again,” He smiled.
“But instead, it was you who wanted to see me, so yeah that was the highlight of my week, and I’m pretty excited to be here with you,” He said smiling, while he rubbed my palms from across the table, and I smiled back at him.
I looked at his hands on mine, and recalled how Tristan locked hands with me moment before now. I recall the wave of electric shocks I felt all over my body. But right now, I felt nothing but was just reminded of Tristan.
“Can I pour the champagne, sir” I pulled away immediately, while he responded to the waiter.
We drank champagne and finished our dinner, and went to the park. We sat on a bench and I closed my eyes taking in all the fresh air I could receive.
“This feels wonderful,” I said and exhaled staring at the people who walked around in the park.
“Isabella,” Micah called out my name. The way he said it, I could feel the nervousness from his voice.
“Yes” I responded, my eyes closed.
“I don’t know the situation with you and him, I mean your husband, ” He started off, and I turned to stare at him, wondering what direction this conversation was heading to.
“And I totally respect you and wouldn’t impose anything on you, cause I have been thinking about it a lot lately, mostly thinking about you a lot lately,” He chuckled
“Okay,” I said nervously, with a light nod staring at him as he spoke.
“I was going to talk about it if I have the chance to, but you dismissed me off. But suddenly you texted and wanted us to meet, so I thought that maybe this was a sign I needed to just put this out there and get it of my chest,” He rubbed his hands nervously. He could barely maintain eye contact with me as he spoke, and I could feel the change in the air.
“Oh my God what’s happening?” I thought staring at him, nervously
“This cannot be happening,” I thought to myself nervously and afraid at the same time.
“What going on?” I finally managed to say. I could tell the direction this was going from the way he was talking and how nervously he was behaving right now, but I didn’t feel thrilled about it.
“Well here goes nothing,” he chuckled, and blew out air from his mouth, nervously rubbing his palms as he finally managed to lift his head to look at me.
“No no no, please don’t say it, let me be wrong,” I yelled in my head, hoping it’s not what I think that’s about time happen..
“I like you Isabella,” He said it. There it was. I was right. But I didn’t want to hear it.
“Not in a friends way, but in a way that makes me what time hold your hands, hear your thoughts and see you happy,” He said. I could see he poured out his heart to me and I didn’t know what to say.
Old me wanted Micah. The hot neighbor I had stare at from a distance. I wanted him to notice me, and when he finally did I was married to Tristan. I thought okay, maybe this could work out as Tristan and I didn’t like each other, but now that he said something I’ve wanted to hear, I didn’t feel any excitment about it.
“What’s wrong with me?” I thought staring at him in shock.
“You don’t have to say anything right next now, or reply me. Cause maybe I’m crazy liking a married woman, and probably nothings going to happen but I just thought you should know,” He paused and held my hands, rubbing my palms while I just looked at him.
“I promise you that’s nothing’s going to change between us, if you don’t want it to,” He looked at me, with eyes full of gleam and expectations.
I know he only said that to give me a rest from thinking about this. The truth was he definitely wanted things to change between us, even though he told me things wouldn’t change. He needed to know if he had a chance or not.
“Micah,” I called his name and released a deep breath. He looked at me with a small hands as I pulled my palms away from his hold.
“I don’t know want to say, truthfully” I started
“I don’t know when this happened, or if lead you on, but I’m grateful you found the courage to share this with me,” I told him in a calm tone.
” I appreciate you, but truth is I’m married and I don’t know,” I said and immediately he held my hands.
“You don’t have to make a decision right now, Isabel, just go home, take a shower and rest your head. Tomorrow you can choose to or not to think about this,” He said gently, and I smiled unable to refuse to that.
“You’re so good to me,” I said with a sigh…
“Thank you,” I added staring at him.
“Come on, I’ll drop you home,” He said and gave his hands to me which I received, as we walked to the car waiting for us outside the park…