Chapter Eight
The evening after the funeral was the first time that Aimee hadn’t rung Jay since she had got back in touch. Of course, they had spoken a lot during the day, but that night Jay realised he missed her and knew it was his own fault.
The day after, he awoke earlier than usual, skipped his flute practice and started work. He worked hard through the day, hardly stopping for a break, and trying to catch up with what he’d planned to do yesterday. This he was able to do, but when he finally picked up his flute to practice it was quite late.
He was interrrupted by his weekly groceries delivery, and he spoke the command that brought the small goods lift up to his flat. He spent the next twenty minutes as he was unpacking and storing the packaged food daring himself to propose to Aimee to meet at his flat. He could always invite her to dinner, ring a reaturant and get some food delivered. As it wasn’t something that Jay did often, he switched on the information channel and started looking for restaurants that would deliver. He quickly found a Taiwanese-Spanish fusion place that looked interesting, and decided to test himself. Instead of anonymously asking about the food to the restaurant’s vid-bot information service, he selected ‘Personal Service’ and switched on the two-way camera function.
‘Hi This is Chaou-Manuel Restaurant here. How may I help you?’
Jay asked about menus and if it would be possible to get food delivered that night. He also asked how much notice he would give. After receiving an answer, he thanked the man and said he would ring back if he still wanted to order food.
There. That wasn’t so bad. Jay noted, however, that he was slightly unnerved. It was just a question of practice. If he started to try communicating to more people, controlling the time and nature of the interaction, he would ge used to it in no time.
Preparing himself mentally, he asked Aimee the voice on HCS (who he had turned on again) to put him through to Aimee the person he rather liked. After several tries, HCS Aimee reported back to Jay that the number was on disconnect, and would be unavailable tonight.
Disappointed, more with himself than with anything else, Jay went back to his kitchenette, took out a freshly delivered pack of sushi and stuck the box in the food preparation machine. He would be eating alone again that night.
418 words
5803 words in total
Not enough time to do any more this morning as I got up later than I’d hoped.
The day after, he awoke earlier than usual, skipped his flute practice and started work. He worked hard through the day, hardly stopping for a break, and trying to catch up with what he’d planned to do yesterday. This he was able to do, but when he finally picked up his flute to practice it was quite late.
He was interrrupted by his weekly groceries delivery, and he spoke the command that brought the small goods lift up to his flat. He spent the next twenty minutes as he was unpacking and storing the packaged food daring himself to propose to Aimee to meet at his flat. He could always invite her to dinner, ring a reaturant and get some food delivered. As it wasn’t something that Jay did often, he switched on the information channel and started looking for restaurants that would deliver. He quickly found a Taiwanese-Spanish fusion place that looked interesting, and decided to test himself. Instead of anonymously asking about the food to the restaurant’s vid-bot information service, he selected ‘Personal Service’ and switched on the two-way camera function.
‘Hi This is Chaou-Manuel Restaurant here. How may I help you?’
Jay asked about menus and if it would be possible to get food delivered that night. He also asked how much notice he would give. After receiving an answer, he thanked the man and said he would ring back if he still wanted to order food.
There. That wasn’t so bad. Jay noted, however, that he was slightly unnerved. It was just a question of practice. If he started to try communicating to more people, controlling the time and nature of the interaction, he would ge used to it in no time.
Preparing himself mentally, he asked Aimee the voice on HCS (who he had turned on again) to put him through to Aimee the person he rather liked. After several tries, HCS Aimee reported back to Jay that the number was on disconnect, and would be unavailable tonight.
Disappointed, more with himself than with anything else, Jay went back to his kitchenette, took out a freshly delivered pack of sushi and stuck the box in the food preparation machine. He would be eating alone again that night.
418 words
5803 words in total
Not enough time to do any more this morning as I got up later than I’d hoped.
posted by blog-efl at 9.11.04
2 Comments:
keep going.. dun stop.. i checked ur website every now and then.. jsut hoping to catch the next chapter as soon as it is published! been online in the morning to check... check in the afternoon too. .and now also waiting.. well i know it's a lot of pressure but keep going.. dun give up.. I really enjoy reading it.. hehee.. tell u all these things aint making u feel pressured or what.. but i am really eager to read what's next in the story.. so just keep going.. u have 20 more days...
Hey! Thanks! I will. I haven't given up, it was just that I was out with friends last night, and then they came back to the house and we got talking, and before we knew it it was 2am. There was no way I could a) stay up late to write or b) get up early to write.
However, I need to do something about that tonight!
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