11
XANDER
"Idon't know what to do, dude. She didn't take the coffee. She didn't accept the flowers. How do I get her to talk to me since Kennedy's idea was shit?" I ask Cage. We're on a teleconference, and I can't stay focused enough for this meeting to be productive, so Cage gave up five minutes ago. He was going to hang up, but I need a fresh perspective, so here I am, asking him.
"I don't think she wants 'things', Xander. If I had to guess, I'd say she wants and needs words," Cage replies.
"Words?"
"Yes, words. I'd start with 'I'm sorry' and continue on with 'I love you'," Cage tells me.
"Dude," Jesse says, "that's what you should do. Right there. That's so Tera."
"That might've been nice to know eleven days ago," I tell Jesse.
"I wonder what she did with those flowers," Ben ponders. "You think she put 'em in the garbage disposal and shredded those fuckers?"
I flinch. I hope not.
"Nah," Kennedy replies. "Tera would never destroy flowers. They're too pretty. I bet she painted them."
"I can see that," Jesse agrees.
"So, apologize and then tell her I love her?" That's all? It doesn't seem like enough.
Ethan sighs. "Just speak from the heart, man."
"Alright. I'll try it."
"Call back tomorrow and let me know if you want me to punch Ethan for you," Ben teases.
"I will."
I hang up and sit in the hotel room I've been living in for almost two weeks now, and I hope like hell I can get through to her. I'll keep trying until I can. I'm not going to accept anything less.
