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Two Oscar winners share a tender moment.
She had accepted the fact that Chris wasn't coming. She was looking for the waitress so she could order when she saw him come through the door.
Chris waved as he made his way over to her.
"Sorry, I'm a bit late. Damn expense report!" He exclaimed with a nervous laugh. They were quickly interrupted by the waitress.
"Something to drink while you look over the menu?" She asked.
"Sure, bring us two of whatever beer she is drinking," Chris said smiling both at the waitress and Cat. Cat felt that tingle again...or maybe it was all the beer going to her head...either way, she knew she needed to eat or there would be trouble.
There was a bit of an awkward silence as they waited for their drinks and looked over the menu. That was the last thing Cat really remembered. It was morning. She awoke in bed. A bed. A strange bed. She panicked for a minute but relaxed when she smelled a familiar smell. The smell of that cologne. She had a vague idea of where she was.
"What did I do?" She wondered aloud as she pulled back the blanket and sat at the edge of the bed still fully clothed from the night before. Her head ached. Everything was a blur after dinner. She remembered ordering, but nothing else. She sighed heavily. "What did I do?" She repeated, hoping this time someone would answer her.
Cat's shoes and purse lay neatly on a chair in the corner of the bed room. She quickly gathered her things and tried to make her escape. Unfamiliar with her surroundings, Cat slowly made her way from the bedroom down the hallway to the living room. Chris was asleep on the couch. The blanket he was using had fallen to the floor. She could see he was wearing only his boxers and a tee shirt. Cat watched him for a moment. She could see his chest rise and fall rhythmically as he breathed. She was sure she could escape. She could see the front door just on the other side of the room. She had no idea where she was, but she'd worry about that on the other side of the door. Still carrying her shoes as to not make a sound, Cat crept past a sleeping Chris. Her hand reached for the doorknob. She wanted to look back, to see him one more time, before she left. In her mind, things were ruined, they would never be the same for them. She hesitated for a moment.
"Well good morning! Can I at least make you a post birthday celebration breakfast before you go?" Chris asked sleepily as he stretched and sat up on the couch. "You had quite a night, you better eat."
Cat froze, too embarrassed to turn around. "Good morning," she said quietly. "I think I'd rather just go."
"Nonsense! I was up earlier. The coffee is already ready. Come with me to the kitchen. We'll eat, then I can take you home."
Cat's head rested on the door as Chris headed for the kitchen. Her hand reached for the door knob. She stopped. The smell of bacon and coffee filled the air. She looked back towards the kitchen. She was hungry. And the food did smell good...and she had no idea where she was. She took a deep breath and headed for the kitchen.
She stopped at the doorway. She smiled when she saw him. He was still in his boxers and tee shirt cooking for her.
"Glad you stayed. Can I get you some coffee?" Chris asked without turning around. When he didn't get a response, he looked over his shoulder at her. Cat was leaning against the doorway. Their eyes met and she giggled as she quickly looked away. She could feel her skin flush.
"Sorry, I'm not used to having anyone else here," Chris said realizing he hadn't put on any more clothes. He hurried past her and headed to the bedroom.
"Sit," he said as he returned wearing a pair of jeans. "Breakfast is almost ready."
Cat took a seat at the table as he plated the food. "Thank you," she said as he placed a plate in front of her. She put her hand on his and gave it a gentle squeeze. "For everything."
Chris smiled at her and joined her at the table. There was an awkward silence. Cat couldn't take it anymore. "Chris? What happened last night?" She asked. "I'm a little embarrassed to admit I don't remember."