Adjusting my collar, I shrugged at my reflection in the mirror. I sighed, shuffling from the bathroom, Pickles at my heels. Hah. Even the cat liked me better. But maybe she was just out of food.....
I began to make coffee methodically once in the kitchen. I glanced about the silent, empty house. What was I going to do today? On this day off....? I could visit Andrea at work, maybe?
Andrea. I had to smile at the thought of her. I liked her from the moment I jumped into her life (that is what I could call it, right?) at the grocery store-but as time passed, I started to grow more and more comfortable with her. That kiss was pretty nice....I grinned. Could I consider her my girlfriend?
Foolishly, I took a large gulp of coffee. "AHH!" I shouted, retracting from the hot liquid as it burned my tongue, dropping it all over the floor. Pickles shrieked, dashing out of sight. I swore bitterly, snatching a towel and bending over to mop up the mess. "You stupid bonehead," I muttered to myself, shaking my head. Groaning, I stood up, tossing the soiled towel into the nearby laundry room.
I poured more into the plastic travel mug, blowing on it cautiously. Hmmm....yeah, I would go to see Andrea today-this morning at least. Drop in for a visit.
As soon as I walked into the lobby, I regretted deciding to come today.
"Keith?" she stood up, disbelieving. Her face was red and puffy as if she had been crying, but it still retained the same beauty that I remembered. "What are you doing here?"
My face hardened at her accusatory tone. "I could ask you the same thing."
"It's my mom," muttered Christine. Obviously she didn't want to tell me more as there was a drop of silence.
"So...how are you?"I shifted awkwardly, considering making an exit.
"Fine. You still stuck at the same bank job?"
Anger flaired inside me; I clenched and unclenched my fists. "Yes," I hissed through gritted teeth. I could hear the mocking in her voice.
Before she could reply, Andrea entered the chaotic scene. Oh God. "Keith? What are you doing here?"
"Came to see you," I half smiled, glancing at Christine out of the corner of my eye as I leaned in to kiss Andrea squarely on the lips.
Christine fumed, obviously irritated. "Ahem. My mother?"
Andrea nodded briskly, thrown off and still slightly flushed in the face. "Oh, yes. We're going to run some tests on her in a moment, but she is comfortable for now and you may go visit her if you want."
The other woman nodded, glaring at me. "See you later, Keith," Christine muttered, her voice chilled as she turned for the door to the back.
Andrea seemed struck. "Do...you two know each other?"