Unspoken - Sandi Lynn Page 0,2
out a chuckle.
“I better get going. Sorry for making the apples fall,” I spoke as I signed at the same time.
“It’s okay. It was quite humorous.”
I gave her a smile as I took my cart and grabbed a couple bags of spinach. I couldn’t stop stealing small glances at her as she placed some apples in a plastic bag. She was incredibly beautiful with her five-foot seven stature, lean body, long blonde wavy hair, and eyes that resembled a pair of perfect emeralds. Suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of my phone. When I pulled it from my pocket, I saw Kirsten was calling.
“Hello.”
“Hey, handsome. Are you still at the office?”
“Uh, no. I’m just getting ready to check out at the grocery store.”
“Seriously?” She laughed. “You’re at the grocery store? You have Delilah to do that for you.”
“She’s on vacation, remember? Plus, I was out of coffee and some other things.”
“You could have just spent the night at my place tonight. I have plenty of coffee.”
“As nice as that sounds, I have a lot of work to do when I get home. We already discussed that.”
“I know. I was just checking in since I haven’t heard from you all day. Dinner tonight? I’m not taking no for an answer.”
“Yes. Of course. I have to let you go, Kirsten. I’m checking out now.”
“Okay. I love you.”
“Me too. I’ll see you later.”
I headed towards where the registers were located and sighed at the long lines. My eyes diverted to Ellie who was standing in line with nobody behind her. I used it as the perfect opportunity to talk to her one last time before I would never see her again. As I walked over in her direction, she smiled at me.
“Crazy lines,” I signed.
“Always are at this time of the day.”
When it was her turn, she loaded her groceries on the belt and reached into her purse. Suddenly, a look of panic crossed her face as she frantically dug through her purse.
The cashier reached over and placed her hand on her arm to get her attention.
“Is something wrong, Ellie?”
Ellie turned to me and asked if I could tell the cashier that she’d left her wallet at home and she’d be back.
“No worries. I can pay for your groceries,” I signed back and reached into my pocket and pulled out my wallet.
She shook her head as she reached over and placed her hand on my arm.
“It’s the least I can do since I knocked over the apples.” I smirked.
I handed the cashier some cash, and Ellie thanked me with a beautiful smile.
“You’re welcome.” The corners of my mouth curved upward.
She grabbed her two bags and waited for me by the door.
“That was nice of you to pay for her groceries,” the cashier spoke. “She’s so nice, and she comes in here all the time.”
“We just met in the produce section over a mishap with the apples.”
“That’s cool. It’s great you know sign language. She’s lucky you were here.”
“Yeah. I guess so.” I glanced over at her as the corners of my mouth curved upward.
When we exited through the doors, she set her bags down and thanked me again.
“I will repay you. Can I get your phone number and we can set up a time to meet?” she signed.
“Of course. Give me your phone.”
I typed in my number and handed it back to her.
“Are you taking a cab home?” I asked, as Christian pulled up.
“The subway,” she signed.
There was no way I was letting her take the subway home.
“No. Let me take you home. This is my car.” I pointed to the limo.
Christian climbed out, grabbed my bags, and put them in the trunk.
“Christian, take Ellie’s bags.” I picked them up off the cement and handed them to him. “We’ll be taking her home.” I smiled at Ellie.
“No. You’ve done enough,” she signed.
“I’m taking you home. Climb in.” I opened the door.
She gave me the cutest look of disapproval as she stood on the sidewalk.
“Go on. Climb in. You really don’t have a choice since I’m holding your groceries hostage.” I smirked.
The corners of her mouth curved upward, and she climbed inside.
“I feel so stupid for leaving my wallet at home.”
“Don’t. I do it all the time. What is your address?”
“312 E. 30th Street,” she signed.
“312 E. 30th Street, Christian.”
“You’re not too far from me. I live at E. 60th Street.”
“Nice,” she signed with a grin. “I bet your apartment is huge.”
“It’s a good size.” I laughed. “Do you live with anyone?”
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