Stella’s view.
She felt like she should be angry that he just assumed she had nothing planned and wanted to spend the day with him, but she couldn’t help but feel excited and curious of his plans intended for her. She held her phone in front of her noticing there were several calls and messages from Claire asking where she was and if she was coming home, then a cheeky one asking her what Tristan looked like naked. She dialled Claire’s number, not knowing if she would be angry or proud of her, for Claire had done the same thing many times, and Tristan wasn’t just any guy. He was Tristan Woods the famous singer/song writer as Claire so happily pointed out.
“Well hello there stranger, I’m gathering your alive and well then?” Claire sounded amused when she answered the phone. Stella felt a weight lift from her shoulders, she wasn’t mad, thank goodness.
“Hey Claire. Yeah I’m at Tristan’s now, everything’s alright. I had turned my phone on silent when we were at the concert and I had…well….um lost track of time.” She struggled finding the right words to explain her situation.
“If that’s what you want to call it!” She could hear Claire laughing on the other side of the line. “What was he like Stella? Was he even better than I imagined?”
Stella knew what she was talking about and there was no way she was about to have this conversation with her, especially when Tristan was in the other room. “Claire forget it! I’m not talking to you about this!”
“Please Stella! I’m your sister, I need to know these things!”
“No you don’t Claire, and I’m not going to tell you either.”
“Suit yourself. But we all know you’ll eventually tell me.” She laughed again, not deterred by Stella’s determination to not reveal anything about last night. “When are you getting home anyway?”
Stella welcomed the change of conversation. “I’m actually about to come by now and pick up a few things. Tristan’s taking me out for the day, I don’t know where we’re going through because apparently it’s a surprise.”
“Oh Stella! How exciting! He is so romantic!” Claire exclaimed.
“How do you know it’s going to be romantic? It could be shovelling horse shit for all we know.”
“It’s the Tristan Woods we’re talking about here Stella! He is the epitome of romance. Hell, he only needs to say a few words and women fall at his feet, overwhelmed with love.”
“More like infatuation,” Stella grunted. The thought of other women all over Tristan made her uncomfortable and sick. “Anyway I have to go Claire, see you soon.”
“Ok, but I want to hear all about it when you get here! Bye Stel .”
“Bye Claire.” Stella hoped her sister could tell by the irritation in her voice that she had no intention in talking to her about it. Not just yet anyway, not until Stella knew herself what was happening with Tristan and their relationship. As she hung up the phone, she knew she was going to need to get in and out of her unit as fast as she could to avoid Claire’s never-ending interrogation.
***
“That was quick,” Tristan said as Stella slipped into the backseat of the car wearing her jeans and a jumper with her swimmers underneath.
Tristan hadn’t told her any more information as to where they were going, but when they had arrived at Stella’s hotel he’d told her to wear swimmers. Stella had argued with Tristan then, claiming there was no way she was going swimming in the middle of winter. But somehow he had convinced her to wear them anyway, and no matter how hard she tried to disagree with him, she couldn’t find it in herself to say no, so she put them on anyway.
She had tried to be as quick as possible getting ready at her place, not just because of the excitement she felt in anticipation of Tristan’s surprise, but also to try and avoid her sister’s interrogation of the details of last night’s encounter with Tristan.
“Any longer and Claire
She felt like she should be angry that he just assumed she had nothing planned and wanted to spend the day with him, but she couldn’t help but feel excited and curious of his plans intended for her. She held her phone in front of her noticing there were several calls and messages from Claire asking where she was and if she was coming home, then a cheeky one asking her what Tristan looked like naked. She dialled Claire’s number, not knowing if she would be angry or proud of her, for Claire had done the same thing many times, and Tristan wasn’t just any guy. He was Tristan Woods the famous singer/song writer as Claire so happily pointed out.
“Well hello there stranger, I’m gathering your alive and well then?” Claire sounded amused when she answered the phone. Stella felt a weight lift from her shoulders, she wasn’t mad, thank goodness.
“Hey Claire. Yeah I’m at Tristan’s now, everything’s alright. I had turned my phone on silent when we were at the concert and I had…well….um lost track of time.” She struggled finding the right words to explain her situation.
“If that’s what you want to call it!” She could hear Claire laughing on the other side of the line. “What was he like Stella? Was he even better than I imagined?”
Stella knew what she was talking about and there was no way she was about to have this conversation with her, especially when Tristan was in the other room. “Claire forget it! I’m not talking to you about this!”
“Please Stella! I’m your sister, I need to know these things!”
“No you don’t Claire, and I’m not going to tell you either.”
“Suit yourself. But we all know you’ll eventually tell me.” She laughed again, not deterred by Stella’s determination to not reveal anything about last night. “When are you getting home anyway?”
Stella welcomed the change of conversation. “I’m actually about to come by now and pick up a few things. Tristan’s taking me out for the day, I don’t know where we’re going through because apparently it’s a surprise.”
“Oh Stella! How exciting! He is so romantic!” Claire exclaimed.
“How do you know it’s going to be romantic? It could be shovelling horse shit for all we know.”
“It’s the Tristan Woods we’re talking about here Stella! He is the epitome of romance. Hell, he only needs to say a few words and women fall at his feet, overwhelmed with love.”
“More like infatuation,” Stella grunted. The thought of other women all over Tristan made her uncomfortable and sick. “Anyway I have to go Claire, see you soon.”
“Ok, but I want to hear all about it when you get here! Bye Stel .”
“Bye Claire.” Stella hoped her sister could tell by the irritation in her voice that she had no intention in talking to her about it. Not just yet anyway, not until Stella knew herself what was happening with Tristan and their relationship. As she hung up the phone, she knew she was going to need to get in and out of her unit as fast as she could to avoid Claire’s never-ending interrogation.
***
“That was quick,” Tristan said as Stella slipped into the backseat of the car wearing her jeans and a jumper with her swimmers underneath.
Tristan hadn’t told her any more information as to where they were going, but when they had arrived at Stella’s hotel he’d told her to wear swimmers. Stella had argued with Tristan then, claiming there was no way she was going swimming in the middle of winter. But somehow he had convinced her to wear them anyway, and no matter how hard she tried to disagree with him, she couldn’t find it in herself to say no, so she put them on anyway.
She had tried to be as quick as possible getting ready at her place, not just because of the excitement she felt in anticipation of Tristan’s surprise, but also to try and avoid her sister’s interrogation of the details of last night’s encounter with Tristan.
“Any longer and Claire
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