shrink love, shrink - part 2

...So not the looks, not the loony bit, not her stories that she had been virtually feeding him over the last emailing months. But she had something that made him wonder: did they stand a chance?

As he kept on walking, Sebastian was curiously staring at his own shoes on his good-intention-stones-paved-road to his small uptown apartment. For a moment there he thought:

Gee, my feet look awesome even when they're shoed up!

But this time his amazing feet were not going to get him out of thinking about her. There was something there (around her) that required more of his attention and if that meant removing it from his gorgeous feet, well that was the price that he would agree to pay.

He even started making up some sort of answer to her latest email. With every pace getting him closer to his doorstep a new potential answer would arise:

no answer at all (let her boil)

a professional answer to keep it strictly professional

making it tough for her and give her a hard wake up call on the status of her/their mind

play around with her and make her think she has a problem (she can handle it)

play around and make her think I have a problem (she can handle that even better)

play around and

He was standing in front of his door, keys in right hand ready to unlock: Play around!

He smiled his usual damn-I'm-better-than-my-personal-last-best smile and headed for the shower.

Downtown, in a crane surrounded office building emails were sent, phones were answered, conferences were held, money were being made and time was being recklessly spent.

But not by her. She was thinking about the good ol' doc and his whereabouts, but mostly about what he was going to answer and if he was going to answer at all.

He did. Plain and simple as his charms (as the best things in life are said to be):

Hi you,

I don't have the answers you are looking for.
Sorry.
But I do have a small couch for 2 and a new sitcom.
Would that do for tonight?

to be seen if and how to be continued..