Another step

Never had the classes seemed so long. Damn, it just didn’t want to end, even the cartography sessions, that she usually enjoyed, dragged on and on. Even the flirtatious smile of her teacher couldn’t sway her thoughts from Tristan. What was he doing, in her flat, today? The sun shone, and she hoped he enjoyed the terrasse to perform a little Tai Chi routine. That he would feel good enough to rummage through the appliances and cupboards to find what he needed. A towel, perhaps, to have a shower. The fridge, to cook for his lunch.

The memory of his delicious breakfast called a smile to her lips. Even if it didn’t become a daily occurrence, it still screamed of fairytale. Stopping to consider if she deserved it wasn’t an option, especially when the teacher decided to let them go. She that usually lingered to perfect her work dashed to the door and jumped in her car before any of her friends could possibly stop her. This week end, Frances intended to be dead to the world.