Page 80 of Blossoms of the Heart
Rat Pack.
Couldn’t they think of anything more original than that? Might as well be the Guinea fowl Pack in my book.
“I sing their songs all the time at the jazz bar,” Scott continued. “I sing and play lead guitar in our band.”
“I can’t believe you have a band.”
This was what I’d had to listen to all day. All damn day and to put sugar on top of the cake Princess phoebe barely said two words to me.
All day, all damn day.
No, actually roll back they’d been like that for the last two weeks, and here we were again with the same shit.
It irritated the hell out of me. I had to try to get on with my work and block out the flirtation between her and Scott.
That visit to the cave opened up the door for more investigation so we set up there and continued our journey down the unknown paths.. That’s what we did for the last two weeks. That meant my two weeks were taken up with work, and my emotions were on high alert since I felt just as depressed and repressed as Akito pointed out weeks ago.
We decided the characters Phoebe found in the hidden path had to mean something, like a message of sorts. They were the same characters that kept popping up randomly in the journal.
Then we came to a dead end.
I’d been busy doing my part to help the team but these two just talked and talked, and talked.
Last week’s conversation was movies and favorite celebs. Who was tougher Silvester Stallone or Arnold Schwarzenegger?
That talking started off with talk ofJurassic Park.
I hated that film. Just because I may be into archeology didn’t mean I had an automatic love for anything that sort of fit into that category. When I said I couldn’t stand that film last week everyone looked shocked.
Like I said something unheard of. I was pretty certain I’d said worse things than that and within the walls of this office too.
Maybe I could have been a little less abrasive if I wasn’t going fucking mad. This scenario here with Scott and Phoebe was driving me that way.
This morning I messaged Candace to ask to talk but she didn’t message back. At lunch I went to her place but her roommate told me she went to Osaka and wouldn’t be back until Friday morning.
I called her, but no answer and I realized she was avoiding me again.
I knew my answer, and it was no different to what it was weeks ago when I told her it was over.
It was still over but I wanted to tell her face to face. I wanted to make sure I told her and she understood that I tried.
Until I saw her I had to undergo this torture and hope like fuck that Phoebe didn’t go falling for Mr. Rat Pack.
Her laughter caught my attention, again.
I was trying to design the proposal for the exhibition ideas, and the budget. I had to do an outline so far based on what the ideas the marketing team had emailed.
I straightened up in my chair and full on stared at Scott as he reached out and touched the ends of Phoebe’s hair. She giggled.
Fuck, she liked his pansy ass.
What could she see in someone like that?
Scott had that Malibu Ken look about him and clean cut. He was just too clean and well put together. The man even shined his shoes every morning.
That was just too much for me.
“You should come check our band out on Saturday. Then if you don’t hate us we could go out for a drink after.”
