Tabatha Jennings snipped angrily. Her date with Paul had been three days ago and he still hadn’t called. The least he could’ve done was call her to tell her he wasn’t interested. He didn’t have to avoid her all together. She was a big girl.
Tabatha snorted as Donna Brenner walked in. Her eyes looked tired but she still wore that happy smile. “Hi Tabatha.”
Tabatha forced a smile. “Sit, I’ll be with you in a sec.”
“Well, I’m actually not here to get a cut. I’m here to talk about Paul.”
Tabatha’s hand froze mid-cut. “What about him,” was her icy remark.
“Sweetie, I know he didn’t show for your date.”
Tabatha placed her hands on her hips. “So he does know how to communicate. I’m so glad.” She returned to the haircut.
“Oh, dear. You’re upset. But listen, I know you haven’t been in White Oak for long, but Paul’s best friend just passed away. He was in a wreck that night you two were supposed to go out. I’m really sorry he didn’t call you. But he was a little preoccupied.” Tabatha sighed audibly.
“I’m sorry to hear that…I’ll call him.”
Donna’s face lit up.
“And I’m sorry for your loss.”
Donna patted her arm. “Thank you dear. Now, get back to work.” Tabatha smiled as Donna walked out. She really was a nice lady.
Paul’s pocket vibrated. The number was unknown but he decided to answer it anyways. “Hello?” There was a pause.
“Hey Paul. It’s Tabatha.”
Paul smacked his forehead. “Tabatha. Hi. Listen, I’m sorry…”
“Relax, you’re mom explained everything.” Paul blew air through his pursed lips.
“So, are you gonna make it up to me?” Paul could hear the teasing in her voice and was elated to hear it.
“Yes. Yes I will. But I need a few days.”
“Sure. Take how ever long you need.”
Paul sighed. “Thanks. And I’m sorry I didn’t call. But Allan…he was a big part of my life.”
“Hey, don’t worry about it.” Paul heard a bell ding. “Oh, a customer. I have to go. Call me later?”
He smiled. “Sure.”
Paul hung up and smiled at the phone. She sounded nice and she was willing to wait a while. Maybe he’d have a good time.
He rubbed his forehead as the promise he’d made to Allan popped in his head. Paul shook his head. He wasn’t even sure he could do it. Yeah he loved her, but he didn’t want her to know.
Paul sighed and turned out the light. He crawled into bed, exhausted and ready for tomorrow.
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