Second Chances

Rachel.

             He is wearing my favorite perfume. Why is he doing this to me? I can't trust him again, not after he made me lose myself and lose our baby. I pull away from him and look right through him. You can't keep doing this to me, I want to say to him. You can't keep pushing me like this, knowing that I'll break at some point. He pushes a loose strand of my hair away from my face. Please stop. He starts to lean towards me and I'm not able to move. He's getting closer and as we are inches apart, "Mr. Justin?" Laura interrupts. Thank god. "Yes, Laura?" He turns to her and smiles. "Miss Donna is in your office, sir" He sighs and looks at me. I check my phone cause I don't want to face him. "Okay, I'm coming." and he goes right after her. I sigh, releasing my breath that I didn't know that I was holding. I take my stuff and head to my office.

             I open my laptop and start working on the new design. I start by working on the dress. After a lot of drawing and erasing, I decide on a simple little black satin dress with a black tuxedo jacket, with the accessories, shoes, and bag that I have in my mind, it'll look amazing. As I take a water break and check my phone, my screen saver comes up, and the photo of me and Justin in ChamonixMont Blanc comes up. I stare at it and start tearing up, but I wipe my face and continue drawing. I draw destroyed ripped jeans with a long-sleeved lilac plunging neckline on the front crop top. It's almost lunchtime, so I decide that I'll draw one last outfit and then go out for lunch. I draw a palm print halter bikini and cover-up set. I save the designs and close my laptop, to head out to lunch.

             I head to my favorite restaurant and they sit me at my usual table. It has a view of the beach, and that's why it's my favorite. I order a Dinner salad with Radicchio and Potatoes and added boiled eggs and sweet potatoes to it, and asked for a glass of red wine. As I'm waiting for my order to get ready, Justin comes and sits at my table. I look at him, not knowing what to do,  " What are you doing?" "It's time to talk, Rach." "No, it's not. I don't want to talk to you, Justin!" I try not to raise my voice. He signals to the waiter behind me, "I'll have what the lady will have," he smiles at him. "Can you please leave?" I ask him politely. "No, if you don't want to talk, then don't. But at least let us have lunch together. As business partners." he says as the food is put in front of both of us. 

             I start eating my salad and avoid eye contact with him. "You always loved to leave the wine after eating," he smiles at me while eating his salad. "What?" he knows me so well. "Whenever we would be on a date, you would always eat first then drink your wine after it. It's always been a habit of yours." I nod at him and continue eating. He reaches over and swipes his thumb over my cheek and cleans his hand in a napkin. I blush and try not to show my smile. God, I love you. We both finish our food and drinks, and I order the check. When it comes, "Are you kidding me?" he looks at me as I'm looking at the check. "What?" I ask him. "I'm going to pay," he grabs the check from me. "I'm not gonna argue with you. You won't allow me anyways, "He laughs and I laugh too. I don't know if it was because of what I said or because his laugh is just contagious.

             "Would you like a ride back to the office?" he asks me as we step out of the restaurant. "No thank you, my car is just right there," I tell him and head to my car. As I approach my car, I find that it has a flat tire. "Noooo, this can't be happening now," I run both my hands over my hair. I re-check again, maybe I'm not seeing clearly. A car beeps and I turn around to see him in his car. "Is there something wrong?" he asks me, worried. "I have a flat tire." I look at him, distressed. "You could ride with me and I'll send someone to change your tire and drive the car to the office if you would like." "It's okay, I'll wait." I try to give him a smile as a thank you. "Suit yourself," he shrugs and drives slowly. Oh shit! I have to finish the rest of the designs. "Wait!" I yell for him to stop, and he stops the car. "I'll come with you." I sigh. He unlocks the car and I get in the car.

             The restaurant is 20 minutes from the office, so I hope this won't be a long ride. "So, how is work going?" he asks to break the silence. "Good," I smile at him. He switches to apple car play on his screen and our song is on the screen. He knows how much I love this song, this can't be a coincidence. Mirrors by Justin Timberlake plays. "This is our wedding song," the words come out loud. "I know Rachel." He looks at me for a second then back on the road. "Rachel, I still love you. Just give me another chance, I know that I fucked everything up. But just another chance," He stops a few feet away from the company. "Justin! Just please stop," I almost whisper. I can't get back to him. He tilts my face towards him and puts his hand on my cheek. "Please stop," I look at him.