The Tragic Tale of Teddy Woven

Two full glasses of water were placed over a circular table. A tray of fresh fruits were arranged nicely in a cobalt blue tray. The windows were wide open to let in some fresh air; Teddy was standing in front of them to push back the drapes a little bit more. “I brought out some fruit in case you are tempted,” he said with his back to me. “I know you don’t have much time, but I thought it might be nice to have something in your stomach.”

“I might take this banana,” I mused aloud. “I could eat it on the bus ride home.”

“Bus ride home,” Teddy chuckled. “You’re not serious, are you?”

“It is the same one I took to get here.”

“Yes, but it is hot,” he said as a way of an excuse. “And I have no bus stops around here.”

“I know.” He turned around to face me now, letting his lower back lean against the edge of the counter. “I had to ask the bus driver to stop me at the bottom of your hill.”

“And you walked all the way up here?”

“Yes, but I enjoy the exercise.”

Teddy walked over to his table. A chair was pushed outwards and then he took a quiet seat next to me. “Daphne has a car,” he noted. “I can drive you somewhere.”

“That isn’t necessary.”

“I don’t think you should be lingering out there alone.” He licked at his bottom lip. “And it’s hot.”

“Yes, but it’s not summer yet.”

“And you are a woman,” he entreated. “A woman standing in the middle of nowhere alone.” Teddy reached for his glass of water, compelling me to do the same. “I will not stand for it. I was raised better than that.”

“Perhaps…”

outside of his glass, while he altered his gaze between the clear glass

could drop me off at the main bus

I could

too much from him. Teddy stared at me intently, letting his eyes focus on my hair that was now down to the tops of my shoulders. “I could drive you after every shift this week,” he nervously pointed out. “And if you

that is

care for your

to fill up the awkward pause. I thought it best to contact Daphne as

pointed behind him, suggesting I still need to complete the trimming to his hedges at the back. “I suggest you drink

entreated. “Though driving me to the station after

he suggested. “Or I could… I could make lunch for the both

“That really isn’t needed.”

down my glass of water in silent deliberation. “I would like to do that,” he voiced out to my surprise. “You will have to tell me what kind of

cut in. “You are my employer

He questioned me in a higher tone of voice.

deadpan, hardly expressing any emotions at all.

no harm in sharing lunch,” he fought back. “It will ensure I have something to eat. I can’t remember the amount of times I have forgotten to have a meal.” He smiled at

startling me so much I nearly dropped my glass of water upon the table. Teddy’s hands balled up together, and his body language displayed a certain tenseness I had never seen

slams the bedroom doors closed.” His fists gradually grew less tense, and soon he was laying the flats of his hands against the circular table. “But I

done and placed the glass hard down on the table. He visibly flinched

slid over the table to be positioned next to his own. Teddy retrieved the two empty glasses and immediately turned his large back