Capítulo 25: Chapter 25
After a shower and a few moments to compose herself, Pearl made her way into the coffee shop. She was a few minutes late but she wasn't worried about it. Dylan was never on time. She scanned the room and saw him sitting at a table in the back by a window. She motioned to him and went to the counter to order a coffee. "Hey" she heard his voice beside her. "Hey back" Pearl replied. "I got whatever you order. It's on me." "Ok" Pearl said. It looked as though Dylan made an effort. He had a button down shirt on and a nice pair of jeans. His hair was a little less unkept and he smelled like sandalwood. "Thank you" Pearl said to Dylan as they walked back to the table. "So what's up? Everything ok?" Pearl asked. Dylan seemed nervous, uncomfortable. "Yea everything is good. Umm I...I was hoping you and I could make a fresh start. I know I'm not exactly the friendliest person sometimes and I want to apologize for being such a dick." His voice was soft. Not deep or gruff. It was a bit wavering and full of emotion. "Ok Dylan. That would be nice. This entire time I've really had the impression that you dislike me. Like really dislike me. It's been weird, you know?" Pearl was trying to pull some kind of read from him. It wasn't easy. Dylan looked like the stereotypical local musician. Band tees, flannels. Silver jewelry. Black boots and even the occasion pair of leather pants. Long straight hair parted down the middle, usually looking a little dirty. His look was "I just woke up on someone's couch and I don't have to do anything because I'm good looking enough to make this work" and he did. He made it work. She knew little about him. He had a degree in philosophy and was taking night classes in psychology at the university. She wasn't sure of his exact age, but she knew he lived in a house he bought for his grandma and he took care of her before she died. John told her he had a Mensa IQ and was incredibly sensitive with zero people skills so she tried to not take too much personally when it came to his demeanor. It was difficult sometimes not to. "I want to tell you that I'm not very good about making new friendships. I spend a lot of time reading people and trying to understand their workings, which I turn causes me to forget how that makes me come off. I don't dislike you. At all. I think you're a good addition to the band and I would like to write more with you, if that's ok?"
"Yea, that would be great, I'd like that." Pearl replied. She was happy he was reaching out to her creatively. It felt good because in her mind, he had been her greatest critic. "So how are you? I mean really? With the divorce and everything you've been through, I mean, John told me about your ex husband. Are you doing ok?" It was the first time since her leaving her husband a year ago that anyone had genuinely asked her that. She was a bit off put. "You don't have to talk about it, if you don't feel comfortable. I can understand the fear and the anxiety. Starting over. Having to give up a home you basically built and decorated. Homes are so undervalued. It's a safe place. To just leave it and have to leave all of your belongings, must be difficult. I know that everything can be replaced. But it's the feeling of that home and these things that make up the safety and security of it. As well as the security of the marriage. I can't imagine how terrifying and alone that must feel." Pearl just looked at him. She could feel tears welling up and she wasn't going to break down. Not today. Not to Dylan. She fought it. No one had ever talked to her this way. She didn't know how to respond. "Yes, it's been difficult" was all she could get out. They talked for another two hours at the coffee shop. About his grandmother. His family. Her family. Her husband. As soon as she started opening up, all the gates flooded and she let go. She told him things she hadn't talked about with anyone. Ever. She talked about the control and the self esteem issues. She even told him about the weird sex in her marriage. She told him about Rhys. And she told him about David. Not all the details but the general stuff. She told him about her father. Her mother. They talked about philosophy and art. He was also a painter. He showed her some of his work. He was brilliant. He was also only 26 years old. And then he dropped the bombshell. He was a virgin. She didn't believe it. He explained the why. He was a awkward kid and teen. Shy. And when he got to college, he continued to have the disgust for people. For the dating scene and game. He had a girlfriend for 3 years, up until a month or two before he joined the band. They had fooled around and had done everything but intercourse because she wanted to wait until they were married. Then he found out she had been having sex behind his back with his best friend. Pearl listened back. Her heart hurt for him. What a terrible betrayal.
"It's 430. We have to get to rehearsal. I'll see you there?" Dylan said. "Yep! See you there"
"Oh, one more thing. I'd like to take you to dinner tomorrow or a day next week if you are free. A real dinner. I'll pick you up, open your doors. The whole routine of it. I'll even wear a tie." Dylan mused. "I'd like that, how about tomorrow night?" Pearl smiled.
"I'll see you a in few"
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