So much time had past since their falling out last winter. He really needed to know what had gone wrong between them.
"Why don't you come over? I'll make dinner and we can talk."
"I don't know . . ." she hesitated.
"If dinner seems too serious, too much like a date, how about brunch? We should talk, in person."
"I'll think about it."
Since it sounded like Fawn was not accepting his invitations, Winston decided to focus on work. He had been getting to know Joy London, a recent college grad looking for work as an actress.
They started a serious of interviews. He liked to get to know where all of his clients' strengths were. Joy seemed smart and fit.
She was funny and charismatic. When he said goodbye following their first meeting, he had a good feeling about her potential.
He invited her over to his house a few days later to see if she had any musical talent. He was impressed with what he heard.
Fawn had ended their phone call with the impression that she would not be coming over, so Winston was surprised to see her pass by his house just as Joy was leaving and his next client, Keith was arriving.
They greeted each other like old friends
very, dear old friends
and there was no doubt that the electricity and chemistry was still there.
Fawn could still play the piano like a pro
She was still one of the most effortlessly sexy sims he'd known.
They started with small talk. She shared how things were going at the art gallery
and asked how managing her brother's band was going. Just as they were about to get to a serious conversation, Keith interrupted. A woman had called Winston's office phone, anxious to speak with him.
It was terrible timing. Lara, the woman he had met on vacation wanted to chat. He tried to end the conversation as quickly and politely as possible, but he hadn't said goodbye yet when Fawn entered the room.
He tried to play off the phone call with a joke. Fawn was no amused. In fact, she was so put off with his bad taste, that she left immediately. He knew then that what they had really was over.
The next day, Lara dropped by unexpectedly. She was concerned with how he had ended their phone call so abruptly and decided to come over to talk with him in person.
She took his hand and led him to his office sofa. He had been intimate with Fawn many times, but never felt the way he was feeling with Lara in this moment. He wondered if Lara was his future now that his relationship with Fawn seemed to be a thing of the past.
If it truly was the end for them, he knew he would always have a soft spot for her in his memories. No one played the piano like Fawn.