After three hours of working, Ayesha still found herself smiling. Into the industrial trawler, she sorted out the next batch of towels and sheets she had as part of her quota for the day. She had her headphones over her ears, listening to music while she worked.
Her mind travelled once in a while to the conversation she had with Dimitri earlier in the morning. In truth, it left her flustered as well as anxious. There was no doubt that she liked being around him. Three times they had met, and each time left her giddy and dosed with excitement. This time she wondered if he thought or felt the same about her. Worse, today when he asked to take her out for a drink.
A drink!
The simple invitation to go out for drinks brought about many facts. Ayesha barely knew anything about the man apart from his name. Wt did she know about his life, that she was allowing herself to sink deeper and deeper into a hole of unknown depth? She had never considered herself a hopeless romantic. All her former relationships never lasted long because she knew she would leave at some point.
With the promise of building a life, she was yearning for more, and maybe that was why her mind was running wild without thought. There was a strong possibility that Dimitri wasn’t attracted to her or interested in her the way she seemed to be with him. In every situation, he had only been kind and friendly.
She sighed, turning her head to the ceiling. It was settled. She needed to keep her head on her shoulders. The last thing she needed was a relationship when she was least ready for it, with someone she practically knew nothing about. She needed to get her priorities straight.
“Ayesha?” She pulled her headphones to rest them on her neck. Her colleagues were filling out the room. “Won’t you go for lunch?”
She checked her clock to note the time. “Right. I’ll join you guys outside in a second.”
Most employees preferred to have lunch in the cafeteria. They would sit around the tables and eat foods they brought from home or bought from the cafeteria. Others, like herself, preferred to eat outside on the row of benches behind the building. It was placed away from the trees and in the shade of two large umbrellas.
There, she had a good view of the street and enjoyed watching the city while she ate.
Ayesha grabbed her backpack from her locker and picked up her lunch from the fridge. Outside, she sat down on the bench with another coworker, Carol. In the few weeks of work, Carol was someone she had gotten used to quickly. She was outgoing, friendly, funny and extremely welcoming. It was easy to befriend her.
They usually had their lunch with others, but today they sat alone. While Ayesha ate her bowl of stir fry, Carol chewed on hamburgers and fries she bought, probably from the cafeteria.
“So, a few of my girls and I are going out to a party tomorrow. Are you interested? It’s after our shift, and it wouldn’t go too late into the night.”
“I’ll pass. After work, all I want to do, is rest in my pyjamas, probably with some food to pass the time.”
“Fair enough, but you know going out is a good way to learn a lot about the town. People talk, and you get to pick up bits of information here and there.”
“Like?”
“Like the best restaurants. The stores with the best sales prices and discounts. Best bars, although I highly doubt you are into that. You might even catch up on gossip about elites of the town.”
Ayesha raised a brow. “Elites?”
“Don’t sound so sceptical. Watford is home to various famous people, and several important people are natives. Our mayor has lived here since he was a kid and his oldest son is a famous businessman outside of the town. I bet you didn’t hear that his son is back in town.”
“I did.”
“That’s surprising.”
“I only know because Joseph actually worked the party his family threw for him last weekend. I think it was to celebrate his return.”
“Are you serious? Did he meet him? What was their house like? I have only ever seen the pictures on the internet.”
“You need a life,” Ayesha muttered, her mouth half full of food. “What’s with you and stalking celebrity figures.”
“It fills a void, alright? No judgement. Besides, it’s the hottest topic on the lips of everyone in town. Especially the girls.”
“He is a great catch then.”
“A superb catch. No one knows if he is single, but there is a rumour that he is. He used to date one of the former pageant queens when they both lived here, but that ended sometime back.”
“I am guessing you know why.”
“If that was a bet, you’d lose. No one knows." She took a bite of her burger. "He has been out of town for so long that it’s caused such an uproar when he returned. According to very unreliable sources, he came back more handsome than before.”
“Absence makes the heart grow fonder.” Ayesha countered. “Maybe you all just missed him so much it makes you think he looks better.”
“I wouldn’t know. I haven’t seen him. All the pictures the magazines have used are old ones. He looks the same in all of them. But from memory, he was a pretty good-looking man. Dressed well, had great fashion sense and a killer smile.”
“When do you make your move?” Ayesha teased, wiggling her brows in derision.
“Please. A man like that will not look at me twice. You know how they are, dating within their social circle. No, he is to admire from afar and maybe fantasize about once in a while.”
Ayesha listened, looking away the moment Carol mentioned social circles.
When she lived at home, her mother ingrained it into her mind that she could only have relationships with men of their station. Ayesha argued that there were no princes around for her to marry. Her parents’ rebuttal was that there was a wide range of suitable men in their circle. She had to look at dukes and marquesses, men with titles, names, and land. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t a prince, but he could be close.
She was never allowed to play with the kids from the village or any of the worker's kids. Instead, her parents organized play dates and parties with the most privileged families on the invite list. Ayesha grew up a classist, believing that she was to marry someone of better social standing.
But now she was as normal as the men and women that worked day and night to maintain a decent lifestyle. She ate outside on benches and lived in a small apartment in a town. Her dating repertoire didn’t hold anyone that held any social standing aside from being a citizen.
“Don’t give up hope. Many celebrities ended up dating simple people and marrying them too. One day will be your day.”
Carol laughed, raising her soda bottle in a toast before she took a swig. “I like that. Watford is a small town, maybe he will bring his clothes over one day, and I’ll get to do my faint-and-grab-em routine.”
Ayesha almost spat out the sip of the drink she had taken. She choked and swallowed it down, then promptly started laughing.
“I am glad you have hope that he is the kind of man to bring his laundry instead of sending his multitude of servants.”
“Wow, first you give me hope and then you try and take it, but I won’t give you the chance.” She bit into her burger some more. “Come on, tell me what Joseph said about the party.”
Ayesha shrugged. “He said a lot of things, but I can’t remember them. He was mostly working around the clock, you know. He served food, waited on the guests, and didn’t get off his feet until it was about time to close.”
“So, he was blindfolded?”
“I don’t know what you want me to say. And before you ask for pictures, he was not allowed to take any.”
“I know that.”
All Joseph had talked about when he came back was the grandeur of the entire event. He praised the guest for their chic dresses and mannered composure. The rest were related to how exhausted he was working through the night and didn’t really get to enjoy the place.
“Don’t you ever wonder what it’s like to live in a place like that? They bought the house, you know. No renting, no fear that someone else might take it from them. No bothering about being late paying the bills. They can have their whole family move in, and there might still be space in there.”
“There is a reason I don’t bother with the lives of famous people. It’s so I don’t end up depressed wondering what it would be like to live their life.”
She missed a lot of things about having wealth. That was the plain truth. Most nights, when she rolled in from work, bone tired or stressed, she missed not having a bath prepared for her. The maids would fill the tub with warm water and add their little fragranced soap and other ingredients before she went in. They’d massage her fingers or brush out her hair, and she’d just lie there.
It was a life she gave up, and she didn’t allow herself to think about things like the house, the space, the wealth, or the food. She chose to enjoy what little pleasures she allowed herself and remind herself that she, at least, had her freedom.
“We have to get back.” Ayesha sighed, packing up her plates and stuffing them in the bag. Their lunch break was over, and they had a lot of work to do before their shift was over. “Don’t fantasize too much about your dream man while you work. Keep yourself focused.”
“Thanks. I’ll make sure to do the exact opposite.”
“Good evening, Mr Adams.” “Good evening. Can you inform Miss Ayesha Hansely that I am here, please?” “One moment.” The receptionist placed the call. “She will be right down.” “Thanks.” He found a comfortable place to sit and wait for Ayesha. While he waited, he checked up on the latest news. A few eyes wandered his way now and then, but he kept his head down and eyes glued on the article he read. Thankfully, only a few people seemed to recognize who he was, and the attention he received wasn’t as much as when he lived here before. Many claimed he changed a lot in appearance. He didn’t see it, but he was grateful they thought that way. One thing he wanted to avoid for as long as possible was being the centre of attention. So, it worked out for him that he was practically unrecognizable to most people. Even more why he was endeared to Ayesha. She was new in town, so his name meant nothing to her. When he introduced himself using his full name, he expected that she would make a
Dimitri drove her back to the apartment building after their night out ended. He walked her to the door, and they stood outside for a few minutes talking until he had to leave. This time, tucking away any awkwardness she felt, Ayesha perked up and asked for his number. With little hesitation, Dimitri typed it into her phone and made her call so she could see it ring, and he saved her name on his phone. They said goodbye, and he returned to his car. Ayesha remained outside, waved goodbye and only went in after his car took the turn and disappeared. Ayesha breezed past through the hall, not paying attention to anyone as she got into the elevator. Though they had not made plans to go out some other time, she was content with how the night went. No, it had not been a date. Yes, she was developing a bit of a crush on someone she had only met a handful of times. One of those times was when he ran her over, but she didn't think much about those things. Dimitri was an easy person to like.
The clouds were partially darkening in some areas around town, and there seemed to be a storm looming, but it was taking its time getting here. He had been hiking for over a week, finding new spots to take as often as possible. It was refreshing to walk out early in the morning and enjoy a walk among the trees. Leaves crunched underneath his sports shoes while he trekked along the patched trail that meandered around the forest floors. There were others on the trail. A few joggers, some walkers, cyclists and couples exercising together. Trees towered above him, their shadows creating patterns on the floor with what little light hit them. After the hike, he sat on the hood of his car, watching the clouds while music played over his headphones. His phone vibrated beside him, and he answered the call after peeking at the caller ID. “Hey.” Sofia greeted, sounding chirpy, but a little out of breath. “Hi.” “I just left your parent's house. She told me you finally moved into your new pla
Ayesha rushed away to her apartment, not giving Dimitri a chance to ask for his jacket back. It and the towel he gave her were soaked, and she didn’t feel right giving them back to him in that state. Once she got them cleaned and dried, she would call and find a way to hand them over. Unfortunately, in her hurry, she had forgotten her bag in his car. Once again. Noticing it was gone, she ran back out to catch him before he left, but it was too late. His car had driven away. Ayesha made a mental note to call him later. Preferably after a warm bath and a change of clothes. Maybe she could get it back when she met him to hand over his jacket. On the bright side, she never kept the keys in her bag and was able to let herself into the apartment. After walking in, Ayesha called out to Joseph but got no response. She headed over to his room, knocking before pushing the door open. “Jo?” She stepped into the room, looking around. “Am back!” She frowned, closing the door when she walked
The rain had stopped by the time Dimitri arrived at the hospital. He received her call after he got home and tried his best to make it to the hospital on time because of the urgency he heard in her voice. He took her bag from the passenger seat and rushed inside to look for her. It didn’t take long since she was seated on one of the benches close to the check-in area. “Ayesha.” He whispered, touching her gently on the arm to get her attention. Teary eyes looked up at him, and a riot of emotions passed through her eyes. “I hope I am not late. I tried to get here quickly, but the traffic made it difficult.” Ayesha hiccupped and shook her head. “I am so sorry for worrying you. I panicked and tried to get everything I thought I might need. I had never been to the hospital before in an emergency, and I had no idea what they would ask for. I didn’t…” “Ayesha, breathe.” Dimitri rested a hand on her shoulder to try and call her back into reality. It was obvious she was still in a state. “
Dimitri stood when he spotted Sofia walking into the restaurant. He held a hand above his head to get her attention in the crowded space.“You look dashing.”“Thank you.” He leaned forward and kissed her cheek. “I always strive to impress.”“And impressed, I certainly am.”"You also look stunning, by the way.""That's sweet, thank you." Sofia looked around. “I didn’t think it’ll be this busy today.”“It’s okay by me. Unless you aren’t comfortable.”“No, I am fine.” She picked the menu that the waiter had left behind. “With how hard it was raining, I was scared we'd have to call the dinner off.""It's our luck it stopped just as suddenly as it began.""How did you enjoy your first rainfall since getting back?”“Is this how things are going to be now?”“What do you mean?”“All the questions about how I enjoy different things since being back. I didn’t go to live in space, you know. Rain falls here as it falls anywhere.”“People have been asking you that a lot?”“You have no idea.” He wa
On his way out of the apartment, Dimitri had a change of heart and chose to visit his sister instead. Davina lived a few doors ahead of Sofia. They had lived close to each other for a long time. Yet, it was the first time Dimitri was about to set foot in her apartment. Since his return, he met his sisters at home or at his new house, but he never found time to visit.Through the slit of her door, he could see light peeking out, and the sound of the television confirmed that someone was home. He knocked and waited after hearing Davina’s shout from inside the room. Some bustling followed by the locks coming off.“Dimitri!” the door flew wide, and she grabbed his arm, dragging him inside. “What are you doing here?”“I dropped off Sofia and thought it would be nice to stop by and say hello.”“Sofia?”"She didn't tell me you guys were going out.""I guess she didn't think it was something worth sharing." He replied as he walked further into the apartment. "Your apartment is really nice.""
After a glamorous breakfast of sandwiches and orange juice, Ayesha stood by the sink, washing the plates and drying them on their rack. Things were back to normal. Joseph was home and recovering from his surgery nicely. Granted, he only spent two nights away from the house.He wasn't a stubborn patient, thankfully. He enjoyed being pampered and didn't try to force himself to do things he didn't have the strength for. Unfortunately, she couldn't keep her eyes on him all the time. She still had work in the afternoons. That meant leaving him to fend for himself until she returned in the evening."Are you sure he doesn't cheat?" Carol yelled to be heard over the television."He does. I just have never caught him at it." Ayesha replied, laughing.Carol sat in the living room with Joseph, playing a mild game of cards. They had been going at it for around ten minutes, and Carol lost quite quickly. She had come over to visit and ended up staying for breakfast."Ayesha?" She looked towards the