MORE THAN WORDS

Nothing better to do during in a sunny morning than being at a café, eating chocolate ice-cream with waffles, and working on my PC. Well... I say working but, truth be told, I'm just blogging, spending some time in online gaming, answering e-mails, updating software. Oh! And music, of course. There's not really much things to do since I'm stuck here this summer. Thank God, the owner was nice enough to let me use the Wi-Fi without paying...

"Lynn!" someone called. I sat up straight, suprised by hearing my name, and looked around. Damn it! Not him. I turned to the PC screen and adjust the headphones, wishing he would walk away. "Lynn? It's you isn't it?" he said again, only this time he was right beside me. I nodded to acknowledge his presence but not for once I tore my eyes from the screen in front of me. I kept typing like nothing had happened until- Wait! I didn't invite you to sit here! I am not amused! He tried to get me to talk... Again. "Do you remember me?" Of course I remember, «Skyscraper»... Or do you think I had answered you if I didn't? "You're Keith. We met last year during the dinner at your cousin's." was my response. My voice sounded a bit hoarse since I hadn't talked for a while now...

We didn't talked for a good five minutes or so then his voice made itself heard again. "What are you doing?" I instantly stopped just to give him a look. Are you serious? For the first time really looking at him I saw the faintest trace of a black eye, a healing scratch on his cheek, and a very blank expression on his face. What the hell have you been doing? "Downloading some programs. I'm going to need them when classes begin." was what came out of my mouth. If he was interested in the answer, he didn't show it. Why insisting on engaging a conversation to keep that look on his face? Maybe he's just worried with something else and is wasting time here... Or maybe I'm the one seeing things where they don't exist. He hummed.

Keith's phone rang. He didn't answer but his face showed displeasure. Probably he knows who's calling and chooses to not answer. It stopped short after. I was starting to welcome the confortable silence setting in - «Skyscraper» by my side stealing glances at was going on in my screen and smiling once in a while, and myself contempt in just scrolling countless pages of tutorials and information on the new software in my disk... It remembered me the first time we talked. However, the ringtone was heard again. This time he took the mobile out of his pocket and promptly rejected the incoming call. "You remember Jack." He said with a sad smile. «Mr. Jackass»? How could I forget that insuferable idiot, which you presented as your best friend? Don't tell me there's problems in paradise... It wasn't a question but I still nodded out of habit, to let people know I'm listening to them.

I was about to say something when Keith's attention turned to the phone that had started to ring again. He stood up abruptly, startling me, and tossed the phone away... The last thing I saw was the said object felling near the pond across the street. Definitely not good.

I could feel my eyes widen at the sudden sight before me. This was something I had never associated with Keith's nature, even though I didn't know the guy very well. He sat down on his seat and started grumbling something while running his fingers through his hair multiple times, and then looking at me as if challenging me to ask him... Well, ask him something. Ask him if he's alright is completely absurd since he is obviously upset. I just stared right back at him. If he wanted to say something, it was up to him. Keith was the first one giving up from our staring contest when he threw his upper body over the table almost knocking down my, now empty, plate. Okay... No talking then. Just mope around for all I care. The problem was I did care. With a sigh I looked at his slumped form: arms crossed, used as support for his head, that was facing down. Uncertain, I reached for his hand and held it. I felt him tense under my touch but didn't let go... After some time, he hold back my hand. I didn't know what had happened between the two... And it mustn't have been pretty. But maybe something for him to hold on was better than anything else I could say.