“I’m Kim,” she reached over and took his hand, shaking it vigorously and not at al lady-like.
“It’s…nice to meet you,” Jared said, glancing at her briefly before returning his eyes to mine. Confusion draped over his face, and he leaned his head a few inches to the side before speaking to me. “Is everything al right here?”
From my peripheral I could see Beth’s eyebrows press together and her eyes shift to me, confused by Jared’s behavior.
“Everything’s great,” I murmured, setting my cup on the table. “How have you been?”
“I’ve been…fine. Am I interrupting?”
Kim’s loud voice rose an octave. “Of course not! Would you like to join us?”
Jared looked at me for a moment and I smiled at him, waiting. I felt a strange adrenaline rush; afraid he would say yes and terrified he would say no.
He looked back to Kim and sighed. “I should be going.”
“Couldn’t you stay? Just for a minute?” I asked, hopeful.
Jared sighed with what sounded like relief. He looked around him and then pul ed a chair to our table. I couldn’t contain the excitement I felt and my mouth instantly spread into a smile.
“How could I say no to that?” he asked. I felt my ears get hot.
“Yes, she’s very persuasive,” Kim said flatly, eyeing me.
I ignored her to introduce both of them properly. “Jared, Kim Pol ock. Kim…Jared Ryel. And this is my roommate, Bethany Layne.”
Jared extended his hand across the table and briefly shook Beth’s hand.
She smiled. “It’s just Beth.”
Jared nodded. “Nice to meet you, Beth.”
“So…how do you know each other?” Beth asked.
“I got her a cab,” he said, smiling at me.
“He did. The night of Jack’s….we shared a cab,” I said, trying to keep the conversation on Jared instead of the circumstances.
“Oh,” Beth said. I could see the confusion on her face. It occurred to me that I would have quite a bit of explaining to do later.
“And we had lunch,” Jared added.
“You did?” Kim asked, turning to me for confirmation.
Jared chuckled. “I can see it was interesting enough to share.”
I fingered the lid of my coffee cup. “He introduced me to that Blaze place on Thayer. It was real y good.”
“I think it was the company more than anything,” Jared said, his eyes softening.
“Sounds like you two had a great time,” Beth chirped. She had gotten over the fact that I hadn’t let her in on the news and had become slightly over- enthusiastic.
“We did,” he said, his eyes focused on mine. “It was good to see you again, Nina, but I have to get going.” He stood up and returned the chair to its proper place. I stiffened. I wanted to ask him when I would see him again, but couldn’t find the courage. I settled for relaying my feelings with a disappointed frown.
To my relief, he noticed.
“I’l see you soon,” he reassured me, amused at my deflated expression.
“Good,” I nodded once.
He strode out just as marvelously as he came in, and I crumpled into the back of my chair. My muscles complained, I hadn’t noticed I was so tense. I sipped my coffee and took a deep, relaxing breath.
I had gone from never knowing he existed to inexplicably running into him. My life was suddenly ful of these little miraculous surprises, moments I was finding so much happiness in that I was already wondering when the next one would come.
My friends’ eyes bored into me. I looked up, conscious of their burning curiosity.
“Yes?” I prompted, smiling innocently.
“Oh please, Nigh. Like you’re not swimming in your own freakily potent pheromones right now,” Kim said.
“He’s real y cute,” Beth added.
“I guess…if you like the type,” I mused, trying to keep my cool.
“If…?” Beth cried. “You mean the wel -dressed, gorgeous, movie-star type that is polite and interested in you? You mean that type?”
Kim laughed. “You are being ridiculously calm about this, considering while he was here you had the personality of a clam.”
“I did not!”
“She could have shot coffee out of her nose and he stil would have stayed,” Beth giggled.
“He’s not cute. He’s angelic,” I sighed, dwel ing on every detail of him.
Kim joined Beth’s giggling and al three of us erupted in laughter.
Over the next few days, every time I stepped off campus I watched for him. Beth and I went for coffee more than once, and I was shameful y preoccupied. I would answer when prompted and nod my head in the acceptable places of conversation, but we both knew I was anticipating my next moment with Jared.
I couldn’t believe how annoying I’d become over a man I barely knew. I was not one of those girls who became wrapped up in such things, and truth be told I lost patience easily with those that did. When I caught myself searching for him in every store, every restaurant and coffee shop I frequented, a scolding was in order.
Five days of this ridiculous behavior paid off.
The sun disappeared behind the horizon as Beth and I waited by pump four of Eastside Shel gas station. I yawned out of boredom, listening to the pump clicking with every dol ar put in. Beth wrinkled her nose at the smel and I mirrored her expression.
“What?” she asked.
“Nothing. I just love this smel and you look like you just took a whiff of an Oklahoma pig farm. Bringing back harsh memories?”
“Hilarious.” She looked up and a large grin spread across her face.
“And I thought you were going to be a poor sport,” I said, surprised at her expression.
“Hi, Jared,” Beth said, smug.
I flipped around and there he was, standing on the other side of the pump looking just as stunned and elated as I felt.
“This is getting spooky,” Jared said.
“Hi to you, too,” I said, letting my delight to see him show.
“How are classes going?” he asked.
“Good. How’s business?” I smiled. I’m getting better at this, thank God, I thought. I final y felt somewhat normal around him.
“It’s a good day,” he said, smiling his incredible smile. It absolutely was. “That’s a nice car,” he gestured with a nod.
“Thanks.”
One of the few grandiose things my father had purchased for me was my white BMW. He had bought it as a graduation present, and aside from the Peridot and diamond ring he had bought for my sixteenth birthday, it was my most prized possession. Normal y I didn’t put much stock in the ostentatious things my father purchased, but this was special; it had been given with the proud-father expression that I relished.
“Going somewhere?” I asked.
“Why?” He cocked his head, confused at my question.