Dear Rory,
I'm sorry about what I said.
I'm leaving for LA in two days.
Can we talk before then, please?
We can just drive around as usual.
I don't know how to do this if
you're upset with me.
Call me please. I'm staying at my
parents' house...
I'm slightly tipsy and these are short chapters so... I'm feeling generous!! Do enjoy (:
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Pierre is actually hilarious. And he knows a lot about wine and vineyards. Mostly, it's him talking, translating whatever the tour guide is saying into words I can actually understand and I learn a lot about all the different types of grapes they use here and the method of brewing they use for each type of wine, how it affects the flavour. I actually write down some of the words he uses to describe the wines in my notebook. There's no way I'll be able to remember them later. Pierre teases me about it but not in a mean way. He's very sweet about it.
Wherever we walk though, my body seems to know instinctively where Taylor is. I can feel her when she's walking behind us and when she stops to look closer inside a barrel. On more than one occasion, I turn around only to find her already watching me or she turns around to find me watching her. We make sure to keep a good distance between us. We don't acknowledge each other's presence. It's better this way.
And yet, I'm on edge the whole time. I know without her, I would be having a much better time but I can barely enjoy myself when all I can think about is whether or not she's staring at me and what it is that she's whispering in her boyfriend's ear.
"Aurora," Pierre exclaims, waving his hand in front of my face. I jump in surprise and peel my eyes away, blinking up at him. Pierre laughs, placing his hands in the pockets of his pants. "I just said they put cockroaches in this wine to make it more acidic and you said that's lovely."
I look away, blushing in embarrassment. "God, sorry. I— I got a little distracted."
He nods understandingly. "So, is it the blond guy or his blonde girlfriend that we hate?"
I chuckle, shaking my head. "We don't hate either of them."
"Okay, we don't hate them. Which one of them are we trying to make jealous though?"
He's amused by the whole situation.
"We're not trying to make them jealous. I just didn't want to look like a loser on a couples' tour, on my own," I explain, adjusting my glasses.
"I came on my own too," he chuckles, tilting his head toward his left shoulder. "And you're here to learn because you're writing a book. There's nothing loser about that."
I look over his shoulder at Taylor. She's in the middle of saying something to Joe but her eyes are on me the whole time. "She doesn't know that."
"Ah. So, it's her." He nods, rubbing his chin with his thumb and index finger. "Why do you care what she thinks?"
"I don't."
He smiles. We both know it isn't true, but he doesn't say anything. Pierre is a really nice guy,
