by Amy Ruttan
She laughed. ‘Bit too big to describe in one sentence. I loved it, though.’
Leo imagined that she’d taken every moment of the last year and squeezed the very most out of it, in the same way that she seemed to be draining every drop of potential from these moments. It was infectious.
She was fiddling thoughtfully with the bright silver strands across the back of her hand. ‘Did you always want to do medicine?’
‘Yeah. My uncle’s a doctor, and when I was nine I saw him save someone’s life. That settled it for me, and there’s never been anything else I wanted to do.’
She nodded quietly. ‘So you have a calling. A mission in life.’
Sometimes, poring over his books late at night, it didn’t seem so. But Tara made it all sound like something special.
‘Yeah. Guess I do.’
‘I’m still looking for mine. There are so many possibilities and I don’t think I can settle on just one. So I’m going to be helping out on my dad’s farm for the next year while I think about putting in my university applications.’
‘You’ll find the right thing.’ Leo applied all of the weight of his twenty-one years to the problem. And all of the certainty from the last five minutes, that whatever she decided to do she’d do it wholeheartedly.
‘I suppose I will.’ She seemed to ponder the idea for a moment, then smiled suddenly. ‘Nothing like mucking out to concentrate the mind on your aspirations for the future.’
‘Would you like me to go and get you a drink?’ Leo hoped she’d say yes. That they could continue this conversation alone, out here, rather than going back to the heat and noise of the party.
‘Thanks, but no. I tried one of those blue cocktails and it was too sweet.’ She hesitated, then seemed to come to a decision. ‘That coffee bar around the corner. Think it’ll still be open?’
‘It’s open all night.’ Sweet promise stirred in Leo’s chest.
‘You fancy making a break for it, then?’
* * *
Theirs weren’t the most outlandish costumes amongst the coffee bar’s customers that night, but she had still tugged awkwardly at her green hair and silver jewellery. Leo had laughingly persuaded her to stay just as she was, saying that since he was dressed as a spaceship captain, it was practically expected that his First Lieutenant should be accompanying him.
They’d talked all night, fuelled by coffee and then ham and cheese toasties at three in the morning. At six, she’d refused to allow him to see her all the way home and he’d had to content himself with walking her to the bus stop.
‘May I call you?’ Leo made a silent wish that the bus wouldn’t come just yet.
‘I was hoping you would.’ She smiled at him, reaching into her jacket for her phone and reeling off the number. Leo repeated it over in his head, his fingers shaking unaccountably as he pressed the keys. He hit dial, and her phone chimed. Even her ringtone seemed fresh and full of joy.
‘That’s it.’ She rejected the call and gratifyingly saved his number.
‘Lieutenant Tara.’ Leo grinned, spelling out the words as he typed them into his phone. ‘What’s your real name, though?’
‘Alex...’ She turned as a bus drew up at the stop. ‘This one’s mine. You will call, won’t you...?’
‘Yes.’ Leo wondered whether it would be appropriate to kiss her goodbye and decided that he’d already missed his chance. The night had been perfect as it stood, a meeting of minds that had nothing to do with any alien powers, and when he kissed her he wanted enough time to do it properly. She got onto the bus, pressing her ticket against the reader, and turned to wave at him.
The bus drew away. Calling her now would be too soon. He turned to walk back home, and his phone buzzed.
May we meet in other worlds.
Her text mimicked Tara’s habitual farewell.
And get some sleep.
Leo grinned, texting back his reply, watching until the bus turned a corner and disappeared.
* * *
He called that evening and she didn’t reply. Perhaps she’d decided to have an early night. The next day she didn’t reply either.
Leo counted the number of calls he made, knowing that each one would show up on her phone. Half a dozen was beginning to look a little stalkerish, so he sent a text instead.
No answer. He left it a week and called again, leaving a carefully scripted voicemail and resolving that if she didn’t reply this time he’d take the hint and give up. Clearly, the gorgeous, vivacious Lieutenant Tara had decided that, of all the glittering possibilities she saw ahead of her, he wasn’t one of them. It was time to retreat gracefully and get on with the next chapter of his life.
Copyright © 2016 by Annie Claydon
ISBN-13: 9781488020254
Alejandro’s Sexy Secret
Copyright © 2016 by Amy Ruttan
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