Color of the Night

The next day you head down to grab your bike.

“Well hello there. Seems like a nice day for a ride.” You hear a voice behind you say.

You turn around and see Gerry standing there, holding on to his helmet.

“I thought maybe you could show me some of the places where you ride and then maybe we could go for that cup of coffee?” Gerry says with a grin.

“I thought I told you to run for the hills Mr. Butler.” You state.

“I can’t help it love. I’m a Scot who loves a challenge. Besides it’s just a cup of coffee. Why not just humor me?” Gerry asks.

“So do you have a history of getting what you want using that Scottish charm of yours?” You ask.

“I take it that means Yes.” He asks with a grin.

“You have to promise me one thing though. After this one cup of coffee you’ll quit pestering me.” You say in all seriousness.

“After that one cup of coffee you won’t see it as pestering. It only takes one cup of coffee for a woman to fall in love with me.” Gerry says with a naughty grin.

“You’re so sure of yourself?” You ask.

“I’ll tell you what. If after this one cup of coffee you don’t at least like me then I owe you dinner.” Gerry replies.

“We’ll just have to see won’t we? You’re buying right?” You say as you start to pull your helmet on.

“Coffee at Starbucks. And don’t try to lose me so you don’t have to go. I do know where you live.” He jokes.

You slightly laugh as you both climb on your bikes. Okay Sam, you’re letting him do it again. It had been two years, you’d think I could move on?

You both head out riding down by the park and then heading down by the river. Finally you end up at Starbucks. You park your bikes and head into the shop. Looking at the menu you panic slightly

“Okay Gerry, I’ve never been here and have no idea what to order. Maybe you should order for both of us while I go sit down?” You say sort of laughing.

“Sure love no problem.” He says softly.

You head over to a small table near a window. You look out the window and are suddenly lost in thought. You know you need to move on at least that’s what everyone has been telling you to do. Gerry seems nice enough. You slowly look over towards him and notice a bunch of girls swarming around him. He signs an autograph and takes a picture with each girl before leaving them to come over to where you are sitting.

“Does that happen often?” You ask thinking to yourself you sounded way too jealous.

“I am getting to be more well known and I owe it all to my fans. I try to be as nice to them as I possibly can. They make or break me. “ He explains.

“I see.” You state.

“You were a tad jealous, weren’t you?” He asks.

“No, I wasn’t.” You reply

“Oh I think you were.” He says with a laugh as you feel yourself turn a few shades of red.
“So you’re an actor? What kind of movies have you done?” You ask sipping your coffee but more importantly changing the subject.

“Ah well I guess they’ve mostly been what you would call action movies. Even did a musical.” He says.

“A musical? So can you actually sing?” You ask .

“I could sing right here if you’d like me too.” Gerry says setting down his coffee cup.

“No, please don’t.” You state.

“How about I dig up copies of all my movies and then you can watch them and let me know what you think? Since you don’t watch movies, you could give me an honest review.” He asks.

“I really don’t have a lot of time. I mean I am quite busy. As a matter of fact I really should be going.” You say uncomfortably.

You stand up and move to throw your jacket back on. Gerry stands up and helps you with your jacket. You turn around to thank him and realize you’re actually in his arms. He leans his head down like he is going to kiss you and you quickly pull away.

“Love I am sorry I shouldn’t have tried that.” Gerry states as he moves away from you.

“Damn straight, I don’t know who you think you are but I would appreciate it if you would leave me alone from now on. I don’t need your kind of companionship, Mr. Butler.” You angerly say with the emphasis on Mr. Butler as you grab your helmet and storm out the door.

You hop on your bike and speed off . He slowly watches you leave and curses under his breath. Angry at himself he put his helmet on and sped off. As you head back to your apartment tears are forming in your eyes. Are you mad at him or are you mad at yourself? You ask. You quickly make it back and put your bike away.

“Hey Sam, how was your ride?” Joe asks as he comes out of the little office.

“Oh just shut up.” You shout as you tuck your helmet under your arm and race off to the elevator.

You make it into the elevator and punch the right floor button. Come on Sam just compose yourself until you make it upstairs. Finally you make it to your apartment. You throw your helmet onto the couch and head into your bedroom. You throw yourself on the bed and finally allow yourself to cry. What is wrong with me?