July
It was on the outskirts of St
Pierre where Tim Hardy and Sarah Terrell worked at the Beaumont Manor Hotel.
They were both students at
Abbottsford University on the same Degree course and were between their second
and third year.
Tim and Sarah were staying,
with a group of other students in a hostel
owned by the Hotel, which was used by the summer staff, which was not
unlike their first-year university accommodation.
Which was a very noisy and
boisterous place in which it was very difficult to get any peace and quiet for
yourself, let alone develop any romantic feelings you might have for a
housemate.
So, when the rare phenomenon
of an empty house presented itself to Tim, because his housemates, that weren’t
working, were off trekking or climbing, he decided to take full advantage and
have a bit of a lay in and then spend the rest of the day doing very little.
However, he was awoken
earlier than planned, much earlier than planned in fact, and what woke him was
the rattling of crockery from the kitchen and the sound of water running.
He determined that the water
was probably filling the kettle, and the crockery was for whatever beverage
they were making.
He looked at the clock and it
was 6.05am and he had an unexpected houseguest, which he assumed was either a
housemate or a very bold burglar, he didn’t know for sure who it was, but he
knew who he wanted it to be.
He got out of bed and threw
on his robe and wandered downstairs but as he approached the kitchen he
suddenly hesitated as he caught sight of Sarah sitting on the kitchen counter
looking at something on her phone.
Tim’s heart started to pound
in his chest as he watched her through the crack in the door, she was the world
to him and he had never been able to tell her how he felt for a variety of
reasons, but now fate had presented him with a perfect opportunity to share his
feelings with her.
Sarah wasn’t fazed when he
suddenly appeared, or when he walked into the kitchen.
“What are you doing here?” he
asked
“My shift got rearranged” she
replied and smiled
“How long have you been
watching me?”
“What do you mean?”
“You were watching me from
the hall” she said and smiled again
“I thought you were a
burglar” he replied feebly
“No, I think you were ogling
me” she said and put down her phone
“No, no”
“Yes, yes, you were ogling me
because you want to do this” she said and leant forward and kissed him and when
the kiss ended the toast popped up.
They sat at the kitchen
table, drinking coffee, and eating toast
Well now you can tell our
grandchildren where we had our first kiss” she said
“I didn’t know we were going
to have grandchildren” he retorted
“You don’t know much” she
said wryly
“What do you mean?”
“Well you wouldn’t have even
known I was here if I hadn’t made enough noise to wake the dead” she explained
“You did it on purpose?”
“Of course I did” she
admitted
“Why?”
“Because I fancied you” she
replied “and so I could get you down here for a kiss”
“Oh”
“When exactly were you going
to get around to telling me you fancied me?” she asked
“I was actually on my way to
tell you when you attacked me” he lied
“Liar” she mocked “I think
you wanted to, but you would have lost your nerve, just like you did at
Halloween, Christmas, New Years, and the summer Ball and every party we’ve ever
been to together”
“Probably” he admitted, and
she laughed so hard she spilled some coffee.
“But I think that now I know
where we stand, we should be doing less talking and more kissing” he said
“That’s a great idea” she
said and kissed him again.
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