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…”

entreating me to go on. His thumb lightly stroked the outside of his glass, while he altered his gaze between the clear glass

me off at

I could do

from him. Teddy stared at me intently, letting his eyes focus on my hair that was now down to the tops of my

is

only care for

was the best excuse to fill up the awkward pause. I thought it best to contact Daphne as soon as possible, knowing she was the only one available to shed

the trimming

up at the station in the morning,” I entreated. “Though driving me to the

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

“That really isn’t needed.”

he voiced out to my surprise. “You will have to

I cut in. “You are my employer and I don’t want things to

He questioned me in a higher tone

deadpan, hardly expressing any emotions at all. “I feel

amount of times I have forgotten to have a meal.” He smiled at me, the first one I had ever seen spread across

me so much I nearly dropped my glass of water upon the table. Teddy’s hands balled up together, and his body language

it 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

let out a short exhale once I was done and placed

own. Teddy retrieved the two empty glasses and immediately turned his large back to me. I watched him dowse it in dish soap, dedicating his time to clean the