Thompson
and Cynthia are sitting in Thompson’s apartment having breakfast for dinner.
Pancakes, eggs, toast and orange juice. Cynthia had ended up at his apartment
every night in the last week and while their conversations often took them to
coffee shops and all night diners they had stayed in most nights and breakfast
food was all he had left.
Cynthia
smiled at him as she dunked her toast into her over easy egg. “We should go
shopping tomorrow.” She said. Biting her eggy toast.
Thompson
raised an eyebrow. “We?” He asked.
She
nodded finishing her toast. “You fed me, the least I can do is help refill your
fridge.” She smiled.
“I think
you severely overestimate the everyday functionality of my kitchen.” He said
with a mouthful of pancakes.
Cynthia
laughed. “Lemmie guess, what were eating now consists of all the actual food
that was in there. Currently there is a jar with one pickle left in it, a half a
bottle of ketchup and a two beers.” She counted the items off on her fingers.
Thompson
scoffed. “Wrong! It’s actually three beers.” He mumbled eating more pancakes.
Cynthia
got quiet all of a sudden and picked at her own pancakes. “Dean?” She asked
quietly.
Dean set
his fork down. “Yeah?”
She
looked him in the eye. “What did you tell Foster?” She asked bluntly.
Thompson
shrugged. “Just that he didn’t want my help.” He swirled the orange juice in
his cup.
Cynthia nervously poked her pancakes with her fork again. “He burns like you do.”
Thompson
almost spilled his glass. “Son of a bitch!”
He shot
out of his chair. Shocking Cynthia. “I didn’t know how to tell you at first and
then things just kept on like you never disappeared and I didn’t want to ruin
it.” She admitted sadly. “I’m sorry.”
Thompson
turned around and knelt at her feet grabbed her hands and looked her in the
eyes. “This isn’t your fault and whatever happens between me and Foster won’t
ruin this, I can promise you that.” He said.
She shook
her head. “You can’t promise that. Because whatever this is, is the same thing
between you and Daigo. You were different then, Foster is different now. He’s
completely green but if he wasn’t he’d be scary.” She said as Foster paced the
living room. “What’s wrong?” She asked.
Thompson
nibbled at his thumb as he paced. “I made a huge mistake.” He said.
Cynthia
shook her head. “I don’t think so, he passed his midterm with flying colors. He
was the first person to sign up for my end of semester showcase. If he wasn’t
such a dick, I’d say whatever you said was totally successful.” She admitted.
Thompson
stopped pacing. “Cynthia you really don’t understand.”
Cynthia got up and moved closer to Thompson. “Then explain it
to me.” She demanded.
Thompson looked into her eyes and nodded. He sat on the floor
and she joined him. “Fine, but promise me you won’t say anything until I tell
you the whole story.” He said getting situated.
