and her foot tapped the air making the chair swing in a soft circle ever so slowly.
Nathan wanted to pull her out of the chair and kiss her until she forgot about being mad at him and how much of an insensitive jerk he had been to her before she left.
Approaching her made him surprisingly nervous.
Nervous wasn't something Nathan was used to being.
He wasn't the kind of man to hesitate over things, and he wasn't afraid of much of anything.
But this was his one and only shot at getting things right, and he needed to not screw it up for a second time.
"Hannah," he sat on one of the stools next to her, and she looked up with shock in her eyes.
"What are you doing here, Nathan?"
She closed her book and tucked it into the pocket on the hammock wall.
"I need to talk to you," he said in a low voice, trying not to draw the attention of everyone in the small coffee shop.
"I think everything was made quite clear the last time we were together, don't you? I don't think there is much of anything left to discuss," her face held a sadness and an air of pride that she was clinging to.
"Not exactly. You left your letter on my desk. We didn't speak before you left, and therefore I haven't gotten to explain myself or apologize for being an idiot."
"Well, in that case by all means," she sat up to listen to this.
She felt a little ashamed of the way she was acting.
Maybe she was being hard on him, but he made her feel like a fool, and she felt used.
"I tried to call you. Several times," Nathan explained.
Hannah chewed the inside of her cheek.
She had been screening his calls.
It may have been a cowardly move, but she wanted to avoid him for a while and just slink off, lick her wound and move on.
The trouble was moving on wasn't working out so great.
She had been staring at the same page in that book for an hour until she automatically turned the page.
None of the words were sticking in her mind.
The only words her mind held were the ones she had written on his stationary and left in the middle of his desk a week ago.
"I'm sorry about that," she admitted.
Seeing him was stirring up confusing feelings.
She wanted to be angry and hurt but at the same time she wanted him to soothe her.
It touched her that he came down to find her, but in the same instant she remembered why she left in the first place.
Attraction was rushing back, and yet she was trying to block out her feelings.
"I came here to apologize. You were completely right about how I was acting," Nathan ran his hands over his face. "I messed up. Everything was starting to come together, and I have a horrible habit of ruining things just as they start to go right. I should never have treated you the way that I did."
He seemed genuine in his apology as she searched his eyes.
She was a little surprised he would admit to it.
Nathan sighed and she could tell this was hard for him.
"I love having you with me. I know I acted distant. When I realized how much having you with me was starting to mean to me it freaked me out a little. I'm not used to feeling that way. I've never really had a serious relationship before where I was invested in it." He let out a low laugh, "Go figure. I invest in everything else but not myself," Nathan shook his head.
"Why is that?" Hannah asked leaning forward.
"I guess I just never planned on that being a part of my life," he shrugged. He wasn't really sure why he had never envisioned getting married, having the little house with the white picket fence, a dog and two point five children. "It's hard for me to open up about things. I'm just not a very demonstrative person when it comes to emotions and things like that."
"So this must be hell for you, huh?" Hannah raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, kind of. But it's worth it. You’re worth it. If I have to tell you and show you how I feel, I'll do it. I just can't lose you."
He took her hands in his.
"I understand how hard it is. I can tell it took a lot for you to come down here and talk to
Nathan wanted to pull her out of the chair and kiss her until she forgot about being mad at him and how much of an insensitive jerk he had been to her before she left.
Approaching her made him surprisingly nervous.
Nervous wasn't something Nathan was used to being.
He wasn't the kind of man to hesitate over things, and he wasn't afraid of much of anything.
But this was his one and only shot at getting things right, and he needed to not screw it up for a second time.
"Hannah," he sat on one of the stools next to her, and she looked up with shock in her eyes.
"What are you doing here, Nathan?"
She closed her book and tucked it into the pocket on the hammock wall.
"I need to talk to you," he said in a low voice, trying not to draw the attention of everyone in the small coffee shop.
"I think everything was made quite clear the last time we were together, don't you? I don't think there is much of anything left to discuss," her face held a sadness and an air of pride that she was clinging to.
"Not exactly. You left your letter on my desk. We didn't speak before you left, and therefore I haven't gotten to explain myself or apologize for being an idiot."
"Well, in that case by all means," she sat up to listen to this.
She felt a little ashamed of the way she was acting.
Maybe she was being hard on him, but he made her feel like a fool, and she felt used.
"I tried to call you. Several times," Nathan explained.
Hannah chewed the inside of her cheek.
She had been screening his calls.
It may have been a cowardly move, but she wanted to avoid him for a while and just slink off, lick her wound and move on.
The trouble was moving on wasn't working out so great.
She had been staring at the same page in that book for an hour until she automatically turned the page.
None of the words were sticking in her mind.
The only words her mind held were the ones she had written on his stationary and left in the middle of his desk a week ago.
"I'm sorry about that," she admitted.
Seeing him was stirring up confusing feelings.
She wanted to be angry and hurt but at the same time she wanted him to soothe her.
It touched her that he came down to find her, but in the same instant she remembered why she left in the first place.
Attraction was rushing back, and yet she was trying to block out her feelings.
"I came here to apologize. You were completely right about how I was acting," Nathan ran his hands over his face. "I messed up. Everything was starting to come together, and I have a horrible habit of ruining things just as they start to go right. I should never have treated you the way that I did."
He seemed genuine in his apology as she searched his eyes.
She was a little surprised he would admit to it.
Nathan sighed and she could tell this was hard for him.
"I love having you with me. I know I acted distant. When I realized how much having you with me was starting to mean to me it freaked me out a little. I'm not used to feeling that way. I've never really had a serious relationship before where I was invested in it." He let out a low laugh, "Go figure. I invest in everything else but not myself," Nathan shook his head.
"Why is that?" Hannah asked leaning forward.
"I guess I just never planned on that being a part of my life," he shrugged. He wasn't really sure why he had never envisioned getting married, having the little house with the white picket fence, a dog and two point five children. "It's hard for me to open up about things. I'm just not a very demonstrative person when it comes to emotions and things like that."
"So this must be hell for you, huh?" Hannah raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, kind of. But it's worth it. You’re worth it. If I have to tell you and show you how I feel, I'll do it. I just can't lose you."
He took her hands in his.
"I understand how hard it is. I can tell it took a lot for you to come down here and talk to
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