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Chapter 1 – Feed the Ducks.
Grace glanced at her watch for what felt like the hundredth time since she arrived at her local park. She took note of the fact that Rich was now a whole twenty-one minutes late for their outing. She let out a tiny cry of frustration and muttered under her breath,
"Where is he?" She opened her black clutch to check her phone to see if he had rung or at least messaged her with some sort of explanation for his lateness.
Grace hated it when people were late and her Mother had always said to her, 'Better late than never, but never late is better.' Exactly. And Rich knew she hated lateness.
Now she nervously glanced around the park, trying to breathe deeply to calm herself down. What if something had happened to him? Or what if he wasn't planning on coming? Maybe he was just planning on ditching her in the park with a loaf of bread for company. Well, there was no way she was going to let him ditch her.
She picked up her phone and angrily searched through her contacts for him. When she had selected his number, she held the phone to her and gave a small, determined nod of her head.
Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring
She tapped her foot angrily. Five rings? On the sixth ring he picked up and Grace could make out the distinct sound of heavy metal music.
"H-hello?" He sounded half-dead, as if he had just woken up.
"Oh, Gracie… it's you! Hey."
"Yes, it's me," She couldn't help but snap at him. "And do you know where you're supposed to be right now?"
There was a long pause, as Rich seemed to be processing what she said and there were a few mumbles in the background.
"Uhm… I'm presuming with you?" Grace felt her temper rising, as he stupidly asked this question.
"Great. You don't even remember."
"Sorry -" He hurriedly began to say, but Grace interrupted him.
"You were supposed to feed the ducks with me!" She hated the fact that she sounded like a little child arguing with her parents when she said that.
"Shit…" He said awkwardly. "I thought… uhh… wasn't it a joke?"
"Excuse me Richard? You thought what?"
"Sorry, I didn't think you were actually being serious."
She was about to continue shouting at him, but stopped for a moment to think back to the conversation they had yesterday.
I had asked him to feed the ducks with me. He had laughed and said he would have to be dragged there first. I said 'Please.' He just smiled and said, 'No.' I said, 'and I'll be there at 12:30 tomorrow.' He kissed me on the forehead, and then laughed some more, "I won't be coming, Grace face."
"Grace? Are you still there?" She slowly nodded, then remembered she's still on the phone.
"Yes." She murmured.
"Well, I'm with Alo right -"
"Yes, don't worry about it Rich. I can feed them by myself." She hung up on him.
She was feeling very confused. She had to stop assuming that he would do things just because she asked him to.
She popped her phone back into her black and began to walk in the direction of the ducks. Hopefully feeding them would cheer her up.
She was halfway through her loaf of bread and could admit that the ducks were cheering her up. She had even let out a laugh when one of ducklings had tripped over… Then she realized how evil that was of her and gave that duckling an extra piece of bread.
She could hear her phone ringing, but ignored it. She could weirdly hear someone calling her name. It was a male voice. Rich's voice. She wildly glanced around the park and saw her metalman running to her from the entrance of the park.
She couldn't help but let out a giggle at how silly he looked running in his metal outfit. He finally reached where she was standing and was panting very loudly as he reached out for her hand. His hand was a little sticky, but Grace didn't mind at all.
She smiled up at him and was trying to think of something to say to express how happy she was that he came, but he spoke first.
"Right, give me some bread for these fucking ducks then." Then he kissed her forehead and began to feed them without a word of complaint.