"No, I'm good," Heath said, taking a spoonful of yogurt. "I like the rain, too." They ate their yogurt in silence for a bit, Drew enjoying her treat as well as the cool rain and the earthy smelling breeze that accompanied it. Heath spoke up again.
"You're a hard person to track down," he said lightly.
Drew pulled out of her reverie and glanced at him. "What do you mean?"
"I tried to call you about your meds. The number you listed on your gym application said it was out of service." Heath swirled a berry in his yogurt before popping his spoon in his mouth.
"Oh, yeah," Drew said uncomfortably. "That. Well, I haven't had that phone number for a few months now."
"I figured as much," Heath said and reached into his pocket. "Your girl at the café gave me this." Drew took the scrap from his fingers and saw that it was her own phone number written out in Bunz's large, bubbly handwriting. "Hope it's ok," Heath went on. "I promise I'll never call it unless you say it's all right." His lips pulled up in a gently mocking smile.
Drew returned it. "It's fine," she said. "You should send me a text or something so I have yours, too." She felt awkward saying so; she hadn't discussed exchanging numbers with a guy in a very long time. In fact, she couldn't recall the last time she had done so.
"Your friend also mentioned you've been having a rough day," Heath added, spooning up some more yogurt. He didn't look at her. "You want to talk about it?"
Drew sighed and popped a giant spoonful of her concoction into her mouth before answering. No, she really didn't want to talk about it, but she knew her weak story from the other night hadn't really done anything to provide any solid answers; answers she knew that Heath sort of deserved. She didn't feel like telling him about the official letter she'd received in the mail today. It would only depress her further and bring up a whole round of questions she didn't want to deal with at the present moment.
"Just life, stressing me out," she answered lightly after she swallowed. She felt his eyes on her then and knew he wasn't buying it. "And on top of that, my favorite ballet in the history of the world is coming to town and I can't even go see it."
"Oh, yeah?" Heath asked, fiddling with his spoon. "What is it? Why can't you go see it?"
Drew sighed. She knew how trivial it must sound to him, but not being able to go see Giselle was truly eating away at her. "It's called Giselle. And I wasn't going to go originally because tickets are so freaking expensive and I couldn't justify buying something that wasn't a necessity. I've been so good about not spending any extra money on stuff I don't need, so I can get that studio. Then, when I finally decided an hour ago 'to hell with it, I'm going to that ballet,' I called the box office and they said the damn thing is already sold out."
"Sold out? Really?" Heath asked, glancing over at her. "Tickets to a ballet? In one day?" He caught her expression and bit back his grin. "Sorry. No offense."
"People love their performing arts in this city," she replied, shrugging. Disappointment surged through her anew at the thought that her procrastination had prevented her from being able to go see the ballet.
"Well, I'm sorry to hear that," Heath said. "I can't really relate but, it's important to you and that sucks."
She half-smiled at his attempt to be comforting. "It's not the end of the world," she said. "At least this way I haven't dipped into my studio fund. Eyes on the prize and all that."
"Right," Heath said. "So that's it? The ballet?" He held up a hand. "Not that I'm sayin' that's not a big deal. Just wondering if there was anything else on your mind."
Drew couldn't help a smirk. He was trying so hard to be nice and relate to her disappointment over the ballet. She also didn't miss the way he was prying deeper into her issues, as though he knew something else was up.
Then again, he did witness you freak out on him last night, she thought. And had to feed you your meds. No wonder he's got questions.
"Drusilla!"
The impatient female voice met her ears over the distant sound of traffic and she snapped her head up in annoyance, seeing her older sister, Nik, behind the wheel of her BMW, pulling up to the curb. She was frowning, her eyes cutting back and forth between her and Heath.
Heath smiled at the name and glanced at Drew. "You sure that's not your real name?"
"No," Drew insisted. "She just does it to be annoying and/or when she has a attitude."
"Drusilla!" Nik called again. "Who is that?" She pointed at Heath, and Drew clapped a hand to her forehead. Nik's large brown eyes narrowed as they took Heath in, and as she got a good look at his face, recognition lit up in her eyes. "Oh, my—hey! My husband is a huge fan," she called to Heath. "He thinks what they did to you was bullshit."