I open the folder and shuffle through the papers. Zooey gets up. “Excuse me Henrik. I have to use the ladies’ room.” She smoothed out the wrinkles in her white linen pant suit before walking toward the back, around the end of the coffee bar.
I look back to where Morgana was and see she has moved to the counter and out of my line of sight. I keep rubbing my thumb over my knuckles in frustration. My Cubs baseball cap hides my head, but I am itching to rub at my scalp. I am about to reach into my pocket and pull out some gum when I see Morgana walk to the opposite wall and sit with her back toward me. Trevor shows up a few moments later.
He better not wimp out. I can see his eyes darting around the shop, glancing at the various tables filled with people, until his gaze lands on me. I smirk and tip my hat up so he can get a better view. Trevor quickly looks back at Morgana, her arms flying wildly in the air now.
She’s mad, no, furious, livid. I desperately want to hear their conversation.
“We should go over a few of those forms. Some of the companies offering capital want you to sell their product to local people in the countries we are targeting.” Zooey is now standing in front of me, blocking my view of Morgana.
“Let’s move over to one of the tables, so we can lay this out.” I point in the direction of Morgana’s table.
“Okay, you find a table. I’m going to grab a coffee.” Zooey gives a coy smile before moving to the counter.
I get up and walk closer, making sure Morgana's back is always facing me. I find a seat directly behind her and sit so our backs are facing each other. Leaning back, I can hear exactly what is going on.
"What do you want Trevor? I know you. You wouldn't have contacted me just to apologize after five years of nothing." Morgana's voice is deep with anger.
"Look, I have been doing some soul searching and I realized I hurt you by not letting you know about us being filmed." Trevor's voice is pleading. At least he is trying to act sorry.
"Then take it down. You put it up there, so take it down."
"Are you fucking kidding me, April? Absolutely not! That thing has over a million hits and is the hottest link on my website." Trevor sounds shocked and I turn to glare at him but he’s too focused on Morgana.
"Okay, so you wanted me to come here so you could apologize, knowing now how wrong you were, but you won't take down the one thing that upsets me. Tell me how this makes sense Trevor!"
Trevor just shakes his head as his arms cross over his chest.
"Stop shaking your stupid head at me! You look like a demented owl or bobble head. You want to rectify things, then take down the video."
Out of the corner of my eye, I watch as Trevor leans in and touches her arm. I feel my chest constrict and my teeth clench as I stare at his fingers grazing her wrist.
"April, you have to understand of all the videos on my website, that's the most popular. I can't take it down. Also, I have had a few inquiries from directors, you know, about you and me possibly making a sequel. There is a lot of cash in it and it's not like we aren't familiar with each other—“ Trevor’s cut off by Morgana abruptly standing and groaning. If she hadn't, I would have. Once she leaves, I am going to have a good talking to with Mr. Beady-eye, except I'm not going to use any words. Maybe I can enhance his beady-eyes with a little bit of color, I think black, blue, and purple would really bring out the shit-brown of his eyes.
"You’re disgusting Trevor, you know that! Ugh, what did I ever see in you? And to think I wanted to marry you."
What? Marry...him?
Both Trevor and I talk and stand at the same time right as Zooey returns with her coffee.
"Marry him?"
"Marry me?"
Morgana’s eyes become saucers as she gazes at me, then back at Trevor, and then landing on Zooey. "What are you doing here Henrik? Wait. Did you...did you set this up?" She points to Trevor as her head tilts in confusion at me.
"Yeah, he set up the whole thing April. I never wanted to do this. If you should be mad at anyone, be mad at him. Why don't you come back to my place? I get off in an hour and I can dry your tears." He reaches for Morgana's face and I immediately slap it away.
"Don’t' you fucking touch her!"
I am trying not to do more damage to his body than a slap as I growl at him, when I turn to see Morgana hold up her hands.
“What is going on Henrik? Why is Morgana…Oh!” I watch as Zooey’s face morphs from surprise to disappointment and finally disgust upon realizing who Morgana is to me. Her eyes turn to Morgana as they glare daggers at her.
"This is fucked up. You said you couldn't have me in your life Henrik, and yet here you are, sticking your hand where it doesn’t belong, and with Ms. Slut Hands obviously in your life! Did you see the video,” Morgana lowers her voice with her question and trains her eyes to the ground.