Who: Juliet, Kate,Jack and Sawyer When: Dinner Where: A Romantic restaurant Rating: PG
It felt like riding on glass, her hand stroked the leather on Jack’s steering wheel. Driving was something Kate loved; it feed the nomad in her. Her top teeth nervously pulled over her bottom lip. She’d never admit to Jack that she felt a tad dizzy; she’d never tell him that he was right and she should have waited until she was stronger for her first outing, which was in her mind their first real date.
The days since she’d been sick were, for the most part, a fog; days lost, blurred in her memory. Like now she should have stayed at home letting Jack go to his mother’s funeral alone, but she hadn’t. The pneumonia took its toll on her frail body. Catching the flu from one of the nameless faces attending the funeral didn’t help either.
It had been months, under his eagle eye she’d recovered, but just barely. What did she remember? Jack. Scraggly faced, hollow eyes at times, he’d been there. Lids would flutter open, looking for him, and there he’d be, his quirky smile greeting her, at times chastising her, and if memory was correct commanding her to live.
Healthy enough to be on her own, Kate’s confidence wavered as she prepared for dinner. He’d put her in his bedroom, taking guest bedroom. She doubted if he’d used it much when she was first home. Yes it was all blurry, but there were times she would wake up cuddled up to his back, seeking his warmth. If that were true, he’d never said a word.
Kate took extra time preparing, waiting to take his breath away. For so long she’d looked like a gaunt ghost of herself. He wouldn’t tell her to leave, he couldn’t. ‘Hell yes, he could,’ she told herself aloud. Looking to the left, noticing the passenger in the car alongside her staring, she pretended as if she were singing along with the radio. Then it dawned on her, it didn’t matter what anyone thought. ‘Calm down Kate, it will be okay.’ She caught her reflection in the mirror and for the first time in a long while she liked it. Pinching her cheeks, to give her more color and to hide the paleness of her skin, she didn’t want a ‘told you so,’ from Jack.
Cursing under her breath at the car in the spot next to the one she was taking, she maneuvered into the parking spot, taking her time as she made her way into the restaurant. As usual these days, Jack had to work late. This was close enough to the hospital for him to walk, yet had that quaint feel that gave the evening a romantic touch. Or maybe that’s what she wanted to think.
Asking for water, Kate waited for Jack. Pulling a book out-of-her purse, she opened it to the book mark and began to read, long curls spilling around her face.