Chapter 6: Ellie
Alex sat across from me in the little café we had decided to go to after painting. I had not been surprised at all to find that he was an excellent painter, capturing the image of the flower perfectly, not even missing a single detail.
"How did you do that?" I said, "How did you paint the flower in such…. Such detail, and you even saw something in the flower that I've never see before."
He smiled, "You might see it if you look close enough."
I sighed, "I don't think so, I don't really have an eye for detail unlike you!" I playfully hit his arm and a he winced and hastily moved his arm off the table. "Sorry," I said quickly. "Did I hurt you?"
"No, no." He said tentatively resting his arm back on the table. I narrowed my eyes, something wasn't right. I could feel it.
"How is life at home?" I asked cautiously.
"Fine." He said, trying to seem cheerful, but something about the way he said it wasn't convincing me at all.
"Are you sure, if your parents aren't giving you grief about anything…"
"Nothing is going on." He said not meeting my gaze.
"Then what's wrong with your arm?"
"It's clearly hurting you so how can that be nothing!"
There was a pause as he gently laid his free hand on a spot just below the elbow. I frowned.
"I fell over." He said flatly, "and grazed my arm, nothing important."
He fell over! He never fell over! Never lost his balance, I have never seem him fall over in the time that I've known him.
"Ellie," he said leaning forward and taking my hand in his, I looked up from his arm to his face and he smiled. That smile that always made me melt inside! "It's fine, honestly, I was about to climb a ladder to fix my parents roof, some of the tiles have come off and I tripped over a stone, it's nothing to worry about."
I opened my mouth to say something but was stopped by the arrival of a woman. She was tall, with long brown hair that fell to her waist. Her eyes were blue, a cold ice blue that sent shivers down my spine. But she was unquestionably beautiful and for some reason that only added to the uneasy feeling I had.
"Hi." She said smiling at us both, her eyes though remained cold.
"Hi," I said smiling warmly, "can we help you?"
"Yes." She said turning to Alex. It then I realised that he had removed his hand from mine and was sitting perfectly still in his seat his hands were under the table, his expression blank. "I wanted a word with Alex. Now!"
"I'll wait." I said to him as he got to his feet, he nodded as the woman turned and made her way across the café and out of the door. I watched them, who was she? How did she know Alex?