Matthias watched her from his spot across the cafe. It wasn't creepy, not like he was stalking her. His new girlfriend, Cheri, enjoyed the spot and he had no clue Rosalyn was going to be there. Sure, it would have been more polite to acknowledge her, or at least alert her to his presence. But she always seemed to get uncomfortable around him, and to be honest, he enjoyed watching her when she was relaxed and herself, so he refrained. He congratulated himself for his decision, because she seemed to be enjoying herself with her friends, so he turned his attention back to his own friends and Cheri.
Of course, he couldn't let his friends notice that he was watching her. None of them knew what they were to each other. For all the knew, they were just friends, and barely even that. If they noticed his actions, they would start asking questions he wasn't prepared to answer. So he leaned in and whispered something in Cheri's ear. She was his distraction, and if he wanted the technique to work, he would have to pay more attention to the distraction than that which he was trying to distract himself.
It only worked for a few moments, however, because he noticed a new figure approaching Rosalyn's table. His attention snapped back to the other side of the room, his curiosity piqued. The newcomer was a man, maybe a little younger than himself, and not altogether unattractive. Not Rosalyn's type, he was sure, though truth be told he was the only one she ever really wanted and he knew that despite his unwillingness to act upon that information. He plopped down next to Rosalyn as if he had all the right in the world to be there. She said something to him that made him laugh, and then he laid his head upon her shoulder.
Matthias' eyes narrowed, and his brow furrowed. His mouth set in a thin line as his jaw set. Suddenly he was tense, and angry, and no longer enjoying himself. He didn't understand what was going on. How dare she let someone be that casual, that comfortable with her? When she offered the stranger a fond smile, he just about lost it. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, looking away for a moment before looking back. It was like a train wreck, he no longer wanted to watch, but he just couldn't seem to rip his gaze away.
His friends noticed his behavior, and turned to look where he was looking. Seeing Rosalyn with the stranger, they chuckled and looked back at him. But their amusement made him almost murderous. He tried to squelch the feeling. He didn't want to give anything away. But he failed.
"Woah, Matthias, what's wrong, man? You almost look like you're jealous," one of his friends said.
He laughed then, although he heard how bitter it was, and wasn't sure his friends didn't too. "Jealous? Of what? I don't care who Rosalyn whores herself out to. That's Leif's problem."
"You know she has a crush on you, right?" The friend asked.
His mind traveled back in time.
"A crush?" She giggled. "Oh yeah, totally. If by crush you mean that I am completely and totally in love with you and no one else can ever compare to the way you make me feel. Yup, totally a crush."
"I had heard something like that," he said.
"You love me?" He whispered, disbelievingly.
"Yes, you silly boy. I love you."
"Then you are mine, and no one else's. Got it? I mean, I know that Leif has claims to you, but only by technicalities. You are mine. And you will always be mine. No matter what happens in the future, just remember that."
"I'm yours."
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