Timothée's Promise Chapter 2
Timothée's Promise
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Chapter 2
New Acquaintances
Timothée glanced in both directions when he walked out the restaurant door, spotting the young waiter heading down the right street towards the river, the young man softly limping.
Timothée moved, heading towards him, the young man turning a corner further down the street.
In a few moments Timothée spotted him again, the young man sitting down on a bench in front of the Thames River, looking out over its chilly calmness.
Timothée stopped a few yards away, quietly watching the young man, sensing his emotions, Kolby wiping both his eyes on his jacket sleeve.
Timothée took in the young man's striking good looks, his black curly hair softly blowing in the mid-afternoon breeze, the day still cool.
Timothée zipped up the jacket he'd hastily put on, his hands going into its pockets.
After a few moments he saw Kolby's head lower, the young man looking deep in thought.
Timothée moved, walking over to the bench, staring down at the young man.
"Kolby, may I sit down?" he said, Kolby raising his green eyes, staring into Timothée's handsome face with surprise.
They stared at each other for a few moments, the young man slowly moved a bit on the bench, Timothée quietly sitting down beside him, about a foot between them.
"I'll not apologize for what I did! Your asshole friend deserved it! He had no reason to trip me like that!" Kolby said, his voice soft but edged with determination.
"No, he didn't, Kolby. And yes, he indeed deserved it. He should have apologized immediately. Harry has always had a dark sense of humor. But I don't think what he did was funny in the least. Please accept my apology for him." Timothée said, Kolby looking again into his green pools.
"You don't need to apologize for your friend. He's his own man."
"Actually, he's more Kylie's friend than mine. I don't know him or Shawn all that well. I wouldn't class them as good friends." Timothée said, a soft smile directed at Kolby.
Kolby stared at him, Timothée sighing.
"I just learned that the manager fired you. I'm deeply sorry for that. He had no reason to. I tried to tell him what really happened, but he wouldn't listen. And Harry didn't tell him the truth."
Kolby sighed, staring out at the river, Timothée quietly looking at him.
"I've worked there for three years. I loved that job, and most of the people. Except for that asshole Carson, the letch! I did nothing wrong; he had no right! Just because I wouldn't do..." Kolby said, his green eyes now showing soft tears.
"You wouldn't do what?" Timothée said, Kolby lowering his head again.
"It doesn't matter. It's over." he softly said, Timothée staring at him, sensing the young man's emotions.
He felt tempted to put his arm around the young man to maybe console him, his unsureness stopping him.
Kolby picked up on his nervousness.
"It wasn't your fault. And you don't know me. You don't need to stick up for me. No one ever does that." he softly said, not looking at Timothée.
"Well, I'll introduce myself, so you do know me. Hello, I'm Timothée Chalamet." Timothée said, smiling widely and staring at him.
Timothée stuck out his hand, Kolby staring at it, Kolby softly shaking his hand, then releasing it, looking again into Timothée's green pools.
"I know who you are, Timothée. I do watch movies. You're a very good actor." he said, Timothée lowering his hand, glancing at Kolby's left leg as he did it.
"Thanks for the compliment, Kolby." he said with sincerity, Kolby softly nodding his head, looking away from him, Timothée quietly staring at him.
"I couldn't help noticing that you were limping softly when you walked out. Is your leg alright?"
Kolby glanced at his own leg, his eyes then meeting Timothée's again.
"I saw the metal rods when you lay on the floor. I was surprised by it." Timothée said, calmness in his voice.
"My left leg was amputated when I was fifteen. It doesn't change who I am." Kolby softly said, Timothée sensing some deep hidden emotion in his words.
"I didn't mean anything by that, Kolby. Is it okay?" he said, Kolby looking at his leg again.
"I don't know. It doesn't feel right."
"Do you mind if I have a look?" Timothée said, smiling more.
Kolby slowly nodded, moving his leg towards Timothée, pulling up his pant leg.
Timothée's eyes scanned the metal rods, his fingers going along their cold edges, the young actor pulling gently on the rods, feeling one give a bit.
"I think one may have loosened at one of the joints from the sudden jolt you had hitting the floor. I'm sorry but I don't have any tools on me to fix it." he said with sincerity, Kolby showing a small smile.
"That's alright, I have a tool kit at home." he softly said, staring at Timothée, a smile showing again on his face.
"Do you need help getting home? I can call our driver and have you driven home. Unless you have your own vehicle?" he said with a wider smile.
"It's alright. I don't live far from here. I won't have any trouble walking home."
"Alright then. But I insist on walking you there. I won't take no for an answer." Timothée smiled, Kolby smiling at him, seeing genuine concern on his handsome face.
"I don't need a babysitter or a bodyguard. I'm not a child."
"How about a concerned new friend then?" Timothée said, a soft pout showing on his face.
Kolby lightly laughed, Timothée smiling widely now.
"Alright, I could accept that. And who could refuse that pouty look?" Kolby said, the young man rising to his feet.
Timothée beamed, on his feet immediately, following the young man, walking at his side, the two quietly smiling at each other.
Timothée walked along with the young man, Kolby pointing out local landmarks, Timothée nodding and listening intently to every soft word the young man spoke.
Within ten minutes they'd reached Kolby's apartment building, Timothée insisting on walking him up to his flat on the fourth floor, the two entering the front entrance and then the elevator.
Timothée quietly looked at Kolby, taking in his flawless face and muscular form as they stood together in the elevator.
Kolby was looking ahead, his own thoughts on the young man standing beside him.
He'd been drawn to his handsome smooth youthful face the moment he'd walked into the restaurant, zoning everyone else out, lost in the slightly older man's beauty.
He glanced sideways, seeing Timothée staring at him, the man's green eyes moving away quickly, a soft blush coming to his cheeks.
Kolby blushed himself, his own thoughts floating through his mind.
He seemed to have been intensely looking at me.
Was he checking me out?
Nah, it can't be that.
I'm nothing against his beauty.
He's already involved with Kylie.
He's straight as an arrow.
Quit having those thoughts, you idiot.
You're nothing compared to him.
Kolby softly sighed, Timothée looking at him again.
"You alright? How's the leg after that walk?" he said, concern showing on his handsome face.
"The leg's fine, thanks. I was just thinking about some stuff." Kolby said, the elevator door opening, the young man staring at Timothée.
"This is my stop." he said, walking out of the elevator, Timothée followed him to the second door on the left-hand side.
"Thank you for walking me here. It wasn't necessary, but appreciated, Timothée." Kolby said, Timothée smiling at him.
"My pleasure, Mr. Kolby Wentworth. See? I remembered your whole name this time." Timothée smiled, Kolby smiling back.
Timothée lowered his eyes for a moment, a soft sigh coming out of him, directing his eyes again at Kolby.
"Again, I'm sorry for what happened. You didn't deserve any of that. Harry's and Shawn's flack or the manager's wrath. I'm going back there, and I will speak to both of them. I hope I can in some way help you, Kolby." Timothée said, Kolby hearing the heartfelt honesty in Timothée's voice.
"As I said, this in no way was your fault. But thanks for wanting to help. But there's nothing that can be done. Carson's a dictator and he'll get his way. As for Harry, you don't always get to choose the friends of your friends. Just watch your back, Timothée. I sense something else behind his arrogance." Kolby said, Timothée nodding, staring at the young man.
Timothée extended his hand, Kolby smiling and taking it, the two shaking hands.
Both stared into each other's green pools, lost in something they each saw shining there.
"It's been a pleasure, Timothée. Best of luck in all you do." Kolby said, Timothée nodding.
"Same to you, Kolby. I hope life treats you well." he said, not wanting to break the handshake, Kolby doing it for him.
Timothée smiled, reluctantly walking back to the elevator, Kolby standing and watching him get into it, the man waving goodbye to him, Kolby raising his hand and watching the door close.
Kolby sighed, pulling out his keys, unlocking the flat's door, walking inside and closing the door behind him.
In the elevator Timothée lowered his still waving hand, staring at the doors in front of him, lost in his own thoughts.
My God, he's so stunningly beautiful.
Those eyes, those emerald pools of intensity.
_I was becoming lost in them._He seemed to give me a final goodbye at the end.
Do I want that?
Do I want to forget him?
I want to know everything about him.
I've never felt this way before about someone I just met.
He seems so lost, so alone.
God, I must help him in some way.
But how?
Timothée stared at the door, the young man focusing on something he'd seen in Stephan's eyes just before he'd left the restaurant.
He smiled, hitting the main floor button.
Timothée walked back into the restaurant, his eyes meeting Stephan's blue pools at the door, the young man smiling at him.
"Everything alright, sir? You were gone for quite a while." he said, genuine concern showing on his face.
"Everything's fine, thank you." Timothée said, Stephan leaning closely to him, whispering as he handed the young actor a small slip of paper.
"Is Kolby alright?" he asked, Timothée nodding with soft surprise, not realizing the young maître de knew where Timothée had gone.
"I think so." he softly said, Stephan nodding, closing Timothée's hand around the slip of paper.
"For later. Call me." The young man said, walking away from Timothée.
Timothée stared after him, pocketing the slip, walking towards the table where his friends were, removing his jacket again as he walked over.
"Where's Harry?" he said, sitting down beside Kylie, Shawn staring at him, Timothée seeing that he and Kylie had their meals in front of them, having started eating.
"The manager's taken him back into his office. He said he had some clean pants back there. They've been gone a long time. They're keeping your lunch warm." Shawn said, looking towards the kitchen.
Anton Phillips, another waiter, walked up to the table, smiling at Timothée.
"Good afternoon, sir. Shall I get your meal for you?"
"Yes, thanks. But I just want the salad now, you can hold the fish." Timothée smiled at the older man, the waiter nodding, heading for the kitchen.
"Where did you go, Timmy?" Kylie asked, Timothée staring at her.
"I went to see if that young waiter was alright. I apologized to him for Harry's prank. And for Harry getting him fired." Timothée said, Shawn smirking at him.
"Guy can't take a joke. But I'm sorry he ended up getting fired. Too bad you didn't get his info; I could maybe help him out with some funds. Or anything else he needed. He could earn some extra money with me." Shawn winking at Timothée, Kylie rolling her eyes, Timothée's face changing into soft anger.
"Keep it in your pants, Mendes. You and Harry are disgusting at times." Timothée said, Shawn lowering his eyes for a moment.
"Just having fun, Timothée. Just being me." he said, staring at Timothée, Harry walking up to the table at that moment, the three seeing him wearing black sweatpants now, his black hair looking slightly wet, the garlic powder gone.
"They're a little big, but they have a drawstring. I cleaned up in the employee bathroom. Carson the manager is having my pants dry cleaned at no charge. Plus, the meals are free." he said, sitting down in his now clean spot at the table.
"Where'd you go, Timothée?" he said, Timothée telling him where he'd been, not mentioning his walking Kolby back to his apartment.
"That Wentworth guy's a loser according to Carson. I don't feel sorry for him. You shouldn't either. He got what he deserved. He seemed arrogant. He's not in our league." Harry said, the waiter returning with Timothée's Caesar salad and a plate of spaghetti for Harry.
He placed the plate gently in front of Harry.
"Mr. Carson said you'd like your meal as well, Mr. Styles. There's extra garlic as you requested." he smiled, asking if they needed anything else, everyone replying no, the waiter walking away.
Harry stared at Timothée, seeing the soft look of anger on his face.
"Relax, Timothée. It's over with. All's well that ends well." he smiled, Timothée putting his fork down.
"Did Carson tell you Kolby had an artificial leg? That he's disabled? You tripped a disabled man, Harry! You're worse than a bully!" Timothée said, his voice edged with anger.
All three looked shocked, Harry staring at Timothée's angry face, lowering his own eyes.
"I...I didn't know that." he softly said.
"You just didn't care, Harry. You and Shawn were all in for some fun, regardless of who got hurt. Kolby got hurt. He lost his job. I think you should think about that." Timothée said, putting his napkin down, leaving his salad half finished.
"I think I need some fresh air. I'll walk back to the hotel. You can call the car back for you three. I'm not in the mood for any more sightseeing or company." he said, rising from his seat.
"I can come as well, Timmy." Kylie said, Timothée looking down at her.
"It's alright, Kylie. Finish your free meal, guys. I hope it was worth it. I'll talk to you later." he said, picking up his jacket again, walking out of the restaurant.
The three looked at each other, Kylie's eyes going after Timothée's disappearing form.
Timothée walked out of the restaurant again, putting his hands in his jacket after zipping it up, feeling the slip of paper in his pocket.
He pulled it out, seeing a phone number written down and a short message.
Timothée put the number into his phone hitting the dial button.
He talked for a few minutes, nodding his head.
"Yes, I know where it is. It's close to my hotel. I'll meet you there at seven, then. Yes, we have a lot to talk about. I want to know all about him."
Timothée closed off his phone, heading in the direction of his hotel, about seven blocks away.
A Couple of Hours Later
Harry moaned, feeling every inch of the hardness sunken deep within him.
He felt the warm water falling down his back, and the smooth chest against his tattooed back.
The two were in Shawn's hotel suite's shower, having been playing for a couple of hours.
"Fuck you're still tight, Har! The best ass I've ever had." Shawn moaned, increasing his rhythm, Harry moaning louder.
The two had returned to their hotel after finishing lunch, parting from Kylie at the front desk, where she was waiting for her messages.
Here now it was early evening, the two deep in their fourth session.
Harry had taken Shawn three times, finally giving into the man's own needs.
Shawn grunted, Harry feeling a heat in his center, Shawn orgasming into the condom he wore.
He slowly pulled out, Harry turning around, the younger singer smiling at him.
"One of the best, Har. Have I satisfied you yet?" he smiled, wrapping his hand around Harry's semi hard center, Harry directing the shower spray onto the man's smooth muscular chest.
"I'm good, Shawn." Harry said, washing himself down, hitting the shower button, walking out of the stall.
Shawn stared after him, pulling the condom off, dumping its contents down the shower drain, Harry handing him a towel, he already almost dried off, the singer silently walking out of the bathroom.
Shawn dried off casually, then tossed his and Harry's towels onto the closed toilet seat, tossing the condom into the wastebasket, walking into his bedroom naked.
He saw Harry sitting on a sofa, the man now wearing his boxer briefs, his tattooed chest on display, scrolling through his phone.
"I'm damned contented, I'll tell you that." Shawn grinned, standing naked beside his bed, his flaccid center showing.
Harry didn't answer, still scrolling, Shawn sighing.
"You were in that manager's office for a long time. Did he pay you off?" Shawn said, his hand going to his smooth muscular chest.
"In a way. His was the first blow job of the afternoon. As soon as I dropped my pants, he was chewing my briefs." Harry said, Shawn laughing.
"Man, he wasn't that good looking. A daddy type. But a mouth's a mouth, I always say." Shawn smiled, Harry still glancing at his phone.
"Just relax, Har. Timothée will get over it. He's always been the hot-headed type, quick to blow up." Shawn said, pulling his own boxer briefs on, sensing their fun was over.
He sat down on the edge of his unmade bed, staring at Harry.
Harry closed off his phone, looking at Shawn.
"Still no word from him. I think he's really pissed."
"Why would he be? He didn't know that guy, we all didn't. So, he lost his mundane job. He's cute, he'll have no trouble. He could do modeling. Or be a rent boy. Some people go for cripples. Timothée needs to chill."
Harry looked at Shawn, a soft look of mild concern showing on Harry's face.
"I need to smooth this over. I don't want to lose his friendship." Harry said, Shawn staring at him.
The Canadian singer got up, walked over and sat down beside Harry.
"Are you sure there's nothing else going on with you and Timothée? You seem to be fixated on him." Shawn said, his hand going to Harry's bare shoulder, Harry not looking at him.
"Hey man, it's cool. We both tried our moves on him, the guy turning us down. I already told you I did. He's cute, but I ain't going to worry over Timothée Chalamet. I'll get him drunk some time and we'll do the deed. I'll get with him eventually. Everyone wants me." Shawn smiled, Harry staring at him.
"You leave him alone, Shawn. That's my last word on it." Harry said, the man standing up, going towards the bed, grabbing his sweatpants and polo shirt, quickly dressing, Shawn staring at him.
"I never give up on my conquests, Har. You most of all should know that. Look how quickly I got you into my bed." he smiled, Harry staring at him.
"We're done, Shawn. We've had our fun. It ends here." Harry said, picking up his wallet and phone, moving towards the door.
"You'll be back, Styles. They all come back for more." Shawn smiled, rubbing his covered crotch, laughing as Harry walked out of the room.
Harry leaned against the hotel suite's door, sighing softly.
We_'_re done, Mendes.
You're not the one I want most.
And I'm going to find out what's going on with Timothée.
Something tells me he's infatuated with that worthless cripple.
No one takes what I want.
He's going to be mine alone.
Harry moved, walking towards the elevator, heading towards his own suite, Shawn Mendes no longer in his thoughts.
Chandler's Pub
Timothée sat in silence, nursing a stein of light draft beer, looking around the English pub.
He caught movement coming towards him, the young man standing up.
"Hello, Mr. Chalamet. Thank you for agreeing to meet me." Stephan Beauchamp said, Timothée offering him a seat after they'd shaken hands, the young man sitting down.
"Would you like a beer? And please call me Timothée." he smiled, Stephan nodding, Timothée waving over the barmaid.
"I'll have a Boarshead, thanks." Stephan said, the barmaid returning to the bar.
"I called Kolby at home just after I left work, Timothée, before heading over here." Stephan said, Timothée nodding.
"How's he doing?"
"I didn't talk to him for long, he had to go to the church." he said, the barmaid returning and placing his stein before him, Timothée handing the lady some pound notes.
"Thanks, love!" she smiled, leaving the two men.
"He's gone to church at this time in the evening?" Timothée said, Stephan smiling.
"Kolby sings in his local church's choir on Sundays. It was choir practice tonight."
"Oh, I see. He must be good." Timothée smiled, Stephan nodding.
"You wouldn't believe how good he is. But he says he just does it for fun."
"How did he sound when you talked? I hope today's hardship won't continue to upset him." Timothée said, Stephan hearing the honesty in the actor's voice.
"I could hear in his voice that he was still moody. I almost canceled on you so I could go talk to him. He said he was leaving, so I nixed that idea. I'll text Kobe again later to check in."
"You sound like a really good friend, Stephan." he said, Stephan smiling.
"Kobe and I have been friends for over three years. He's my best mate. He introduced me to my girlfriend. I've always looked out for him. I almost told Carson to go fuck himself because of this. But I need this job just as much as Kobe needed his."
"He's in that much of a financial bind?" Timothée said, concern now showing on his face.
"He's never talked about that. He's been the most giving guy I've known, always free with his help, time and money. But Kobe just loves meeting and helping people. Kobe thrives on everyone liking him."
"Yes, I sensed that, just talking to him at the restaurant and after." Timothée said, Stephan nodding.
Timothée smiled, liking the nickname Stephan called Kolby.
Timothée now sighed, looking into Stephan's blue eyes.
"What happened to Kolby, Stephan? I saw the artificial leg when he was laying on the floor." Timothée said, Stephan sighing.
"I don't know the total story, Kolby keeps his past to himself, but he did tell me he lost it in an accident when he was fifteen. His parents were killed in the same accident. Must have been a car crash or something. Kolby never really talks about it. Did you notice his fingers also?"
"No, what about them?" Timothée asked, thinking back to the young man's hands.
"He's missing his pinkie finger on his left hand. From the same accident, I believe. He moves and holds his hands in subtle ways, so you don't see it."
"That's so tragic. Kolby had so much pain in his life. Now this." Timothée said, lowering his eyes, staring at his half full beer stein.
Stephan stared at the young actor, sensing a deep sadness in Timothée's reactions.
He seems to really care about Kolby, even though he barely knows him.
Maybe there's something more there.
Nah, he's a big actor, Kolby's just a nice normal young man.
Plus, he's with that hot Kylie Jenner.
"Yes, he's had a lot of tragedy in his life. But I've never seen a more focused, giving, honest, determined man in my life. Kolby never gives up on anything. He'll land on his feet. And he'll always remain my friend." Stephan said, Timothée hearing the honesty in the young maître d's words.
"I want to be his friend too, Stephan. Is there anything I can do to help him?" Timothée asked, Stephan hearing the sincerity in Timothée's voice.
Stephan looked around the pub, seeing no one he knew.
He leaned in closer, Timothée focusing on his concerned face.
He'd seen that same look on Stephan's face when he left in search of Kolby.
"Old Carson's a royal prick! He's been after Kolby since he came to the restaurant last year. He's always been pawing at him, making lewd suggestions. Kolby told me today that he'd finally had it. That Carson had put the moves on him. That's the reason Carson fired him. Kolby told him no more, pushing back."
Timothée looked surprised, staring at Stephan.
Stephan sipped his beer, looking deep in thought, as if he was choosing his words.
"Carson's also a conniving thief and crook. I found the evidence on his computer. He's been manipulating the books, stealing money from the profits. He's also been slyly stealing the staff's tips, combing off his own take."
"That's disgusting. You should go to the owner." Timothée said, Stephan sitting back.
"I don't think he'd believe me. I'm just a lowly employee." he said, looking a little nervous at the suggestion.
"Can you get this proof easily?"
Stephan nodded, looking at Timothée, a thoughtful look on his face now.
"It's on Carson's own computer in his office. I stumbled upon his password while he was typing it in, the man suddenly pushing me back as if he was hiding something. I don't think he saw me looking when he typed it in, just that I was focusing on his computer. He told me to mind my own business."
"And you didn't?"
Stephan smiled.
"I thought maybe he was hiding gay porn or something. I wanted to expose him to the staff. The lecherous old pervert. I found out a lot more was on there."
Timothée nodded, moving in closer.
"Harry and Kylie know the owner, Mr. Struthers. He's an investment banker with ties to the entertainment industry. I think I can get his number from Kylie. I think Mr. Struthers needs to know what's been going on in his own restaurant. When's Carson's day off?"
"He's off tomorrow and then Sunday."
"Leave this with me, I have your number. Mr. Struthers indeed needs to know what's going on. When you leave your place in the hands of the cat, the mouse gets eaten. I think we need to set a cat trap." Timothée smiled, raising his glass.
Stephan smiled, raising his glass, the two tapping glasses.
"I don't think Commandant Carson's been anywhere near a pussy." Stephan grinned.
Timothée laughed, the two quietly talking more, getting to know each other and Timothée learning more about Kolby's life.
The Next Morning
"Kolby, get up!" A loud voice yelled, banging on his bedroom door, the young man stretching, pulling off the covers, grabbing his prosthetic, putting it on, then rising and walking over to his door, opening it.
"Your phone's been ringing, then dinging for the last half hour." A middle-aged woman said, kissing his cheek.
"Sorry, Momma Bear. I left it in the living room last night. Sorry." The young man stretched again.
"It's chilly today, dear. Put some clothes on." Nancy smiled, Kolby smiling back, standing in just his boxer briefs.
"Yes, Mummy." he smiled, Nancy smiling and slapping his bare chest, Kolby closing his bedroom door.
He stretched again, walking towards his wardrobe, staring at his reflection in the full-sized mirror on the wardrobe's door.
He took in his slim muscular chest, his eyes as always scanning towards his fake leg.
He glanced over at another wall, seeing the Dune poster pinned up there, Timothée's handsome face dead center.
Glad you didn't come into the flat last night, Timothée.
I'd have died of embarrassment if you saw this poster.
A crazy fan mooning over you.
You would have thought me nuts.
At least now you'll never know.
Kolby glanced over his body again, taking in its smooth toned look.
He knew a lot of people thought him handsome, Kolby never seeing the same.
He liked the way his body was toning up, gym and swimming exercises at the local youth center doing that, washboard abs now showing more.
But he sensed he'd never be an adonis.
He sighed, opening the wardrobe, pulling out a white t-shirt and a pair of slim charcoal sweatpants.
He walked down the hall, walking into the kitchen, kissing Nancy on the cheek, the woman at the stove, frying pans on the go.
He heard his phone ding in the living room, Nancy leering at him.
"Either answer it or shut the damn thing off!"
Kolby laughed and walked into the living room, returning shortly with his phone, sitting down at the kitchen table.
He saw a couple of missed calls from Stephan and four texts from him, each about four minutes apart.
The last text from a few minutes ago was filled with question marks and exclamation marks.
"Where are you Kobe?????? Text me back NOW!!!!! I'm calling you again at ten!!!!!"
Kolby glanced at the clock on the wall, seeing it was nine-thirty.
He texted Stephan back saying he'd just got up and would wait for his call at the set time.
He set his phone down, Nancy looking at him.
"They were all from Steph, Momma Bear. He's going to call again at ten." he said, Nancy setting a cup of coffee down in front of him, Kolby sipping the warm strong brew.
"I'll hold your breakfast till after that, then. He's probably still worrying about you. He's calling you from work, after all."
Kolby had sat down with Nancy last night when she got home from the hospital, she a registered nurse.
He'd told her everything, including Timothée Chalamet walking him home.
She thought that was a very nice thing he'd done; he was obviously concerned about Kolby.
He'd taken his leg off, Nancy quickly fixing the loose rod.
Stephan had called him again after that, Kolby thanking him again for his concern, calling it a night after that.
He'd tossed and turned all night, dreams and nightmares flowing.
Nancy sat down at the table with her own coffee, sipping it and quietly staring at Kolby.
"What?" he said, taking another small sip.
"You never talked about meeting your crush last night."
Kolby blushed a bit, Nancy smiling at him.
"He's not my crush, Momma Bear. He's just an actor I like. His Dune movie was phenomenal. Steph and I were going to catch the second one later this week."
"So, is he as handsome as his photos? He's very slim and smooth faced. Kind of boyish, even though he's in his late twenties." she said, Kolby blushing more.
"I was kind of in a mood yesterday, I really hadn't noticed." he softly said, hating to lie to his friend.
"I see. How are you feeling today? I can stay home this afternoon if you want to just chill." she said, Kolby feeling her love and mother hen signals.
"I'm alright, Momma Bear. I think I'll spend the day browsing the hiring sites on my tablet. I must start looking for work." he said, Nancy patting his arm.
"You take your time, dear. I'll ask at the hospital again and see if there are any openings anywhere." she said, Kolby smiling at her.
"I have bad memories of that place. I could never work there." he softly said, Nancy leaning in and kissing his cheek.
"I know, Kobe. Was just trying to help. I'll check with my friends for other places as well." she said, Kolby knowing she would.
"I should take a quick shower before Steph gets his chance to yell at me." he smiled, rising from his seat, walking back down the hall, his phone in his hand.
She looked after him, seeing his feet walking with no limp now.
About fifteen minutes later Kolby returned, Nancy topping up his half-filled coffee mug.
His phone went off again, Kolby answering it.
"Hi, Steph. You're a bit early. Yes, but calm down! I'm doing okay. What's that? Are you serious? When? How did he...? Okay, I see. Alright, I'll come by then. I don't see the point, but I'll show up. And I'm warning you, I'm not going to mince words. Ok, thanks. Yes, me also. Thanks, my friend." Kolby said, slowly hanging up the phone.
Nancy looked at the confused look on Kolby's smooth troubled face.
"What's wrong, dear?"
He looked at her, mulling his thoughts over.
"Stephan says I have a meeting at noon with Mr. Struthers, the restaurant's owner. He wouldn't say what it's about, but that I need to be there."
"I'm sure it's nothing worrisome. Maybe he wants to make sure you're paid for what's owed you."
"I've never met Mr. Struthers. I've seen him but I was never introduced. Carson kept him away from us subordinates."
Nancy patted his arm, kissing his cheek.
"Go get it over with. The quicker you're done with that place, the faster you can get on with your next adventure in life."
Kolby nodded, Nancy going to the stove to get his breakfast.
Kolby looked out the kitchen windows, seeing a cloudy, cool day outside.
The clouds of my soul are even more cold.
End of Chapter 2
And so, Kolby has met one of his favorite movie actors.
And not in the way he'd wanted.
Harry and Shawn have arrogantly sent him on a new path in life.
Timothée seems to genuinely care about Kolby's misfortunes.
He wants to set things right.
What are he and Stephan scheming?
Is there more behind his feelings?
Up next a meeting of the minds, so to speak, with some interesting results.
Hugs, Angel.
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