The Scientist (Pt. 2)
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“I’m going for a run and then to the beach” I informed Jo while I packed the things I needed in a gym bag “Do you want to come?”
“You know I don’t jog” She laughed as she finished eating the lunch I made. I had always been an early bird, even on vacation. Jo, not so much. It was already 2 pm and she was still in her pajamas.
“Care to explain then how you look so good?” I joked closing the zipper of the bag. She chuckled placing her plates inside the dishwasher.
“Good genetics, I guess” She shrugged “Besides you’re a babe, stop talking” She continued as she threw her dirty napkin in my direction. I shook my head and threw the bag strap over my shoulder.
“Okay…” I said pulling the door of our apartment open “See you later”
“Bye” I heard before closing the door. I drove down to Santa Monica state beach and parked near my favorite place to jog. After an hour of jogging by the side of the beach, enjoying the sun and the salty breeze, I headed back to the car and changed into a bikini pulling an oversized UCLA hoodie over. Taking a towel and slipping into some flip flops I locked the car and headed back to the beach.
Being in California during the summer felt easy. People were running around, playing with their kids in the sand and basically enjoying the season. I lay the towel on the sand and took my shoes off feeling the sand under my toes as I sat down. Then my phone started ringing.
“Hi mom” I greeted her sliding my sunglasses on.
“Hi sweetie, how are you?” She asked
“Good, how are you guys?” I asked bringing my knees to my chest “How’s Seattle?”
“Wet, as usual” She laughed “We’re good, your dad has been asking about you. When are coming up to visit us?”
“In a few weeks mom” I started “As soon as Jo leaves to visit her parents, I’ll go. I wouldn’t miss visiting you guys”. My mom Andrea met my dad Denis, in the 90’s during some sort of business congress down in her home country, Colombia. After a year of long distance relationship, my mom was able to move to the United States and marry who she calls the “man of her dreams”. They indeed made a hysterical and picturesque couple. My dad, well, he is the most serious man on the outside but in reality, he is a huge teddy bear and he married my mom; she is this bubbly, very Latina woman that warmed his hear every time he lay his eyes on her.
“So, any boys I should know about?” She asked and I could feel her smile thought the phone. I laughed.
“No…” I started “Well, I mean, kind of, not really”
“Is this kind of, not really, someone I should worry about?” She pushed a little bit
“Not really… His name is Shawn and I met him at a club” I started while fiddling with the corner of the towel and standing, making my way to the ocean. I resumed the events from last week, not missing on any detail so she could relieve it with me.
“Aw, sweetie” She started. I resumed the events of the club to her as I walked by the side of the sea, it wetting my feet “He sounds like a charmer”
“He was” I sighted “Shame I wasn’t that straight forward to ask for his number”
“Bobadas” She said in Spanish “Another one will come. Sweetie, I got to go, your dad is calling”
We said our goodbyes and I went back and sat on the towel to watch the sunset. I sat with my legs crossed and pulled my hair in a bun to prevent the breeze to tangle my hair into a bird nest. I heard a stir beside me and saw from the corner of my eye a soccer ball rolling slowly to where I was sitting. I looked up to find a bearded guy approaching for it, so I rolled it with my hand in his way.
“Thanks!” He yelled catching the ball with his foot and then kicking it back to the group of guys, who I assumed were his friends. He ran to them and they kept tossing the ball around as the sun started going down. That was my clue to head home.
I stood, picking up my stuff and putting it under my arm. I walked with the shoes in the other hand, wanting to elongate the feeling of the sand under my feet.
“Y/n?!” A yell made me turn around. Someone, more specifically one of the guys of the same group I saw before started running in my direction. It couldn’t be.
“Shawn?” I asked placing my sun glasses over my head and squinting my eyes, trying to focus. He was wearing black swimming trunks, black sunglasses and no shirt. Ok, this is definitely a sight to see. He definitely spent time in the gym; his chest and abs were prominent and what was peaking from the bottom of his trunks, I could see his legs were thick. Basically his body was messing with me in a way I didn’t want to talk about.
“Hey” He smiled as he got beside me. Damn, he was really tall. I was practically looking up at him as he took his sunglasses off. “I thought I recognized you but I had to come closer to see if I was right”
“What gave me away?” I joked trying to maintain eye contact.
“Probably the baby face” He joked remembering the banter about our ages back at the club.
“Watch out with that” I joked pushing him lightly “I’m older than you”
“Oh, yeah?” I raised his brows “What are you going to do about it, shorty?”
“Probably not much physically, I have quite a disadvantage in that department” I giggled “Anyways, what were you up to?”
“Hanging out and playing soccer. What about you?”
“I took a jog earlier and then came down her but now I’m heading home”
“Why don’t you stay with us?” He asked and I could swear I saw his cheeks flushing “We’re going to stay until the sun comes down and probably go to the pier for a bite”
“Um… Yeah, why not” I smiled and he did too. We walked together back to where his friends were and he introduced me to them. While some of them kept playing soccer, Shawn sat with me and some of the other guys and we chatted until my hoodie became the subject of interest.
“UCLA huh?” The guy that came for the ball earlier that day, whose name I found out was Geoff, asked pointing at my hoodie “What are you studying?”
“Biology, focused on immunology and genetics” I nodded and they all stayed silent looking at each other “What’s wrong?” I looked at Shawn for an answer, he was smiling and he coughed.
“It’s just… We had never met a scientist before”
“Well, we’re a rare kind” I joked to release a bit of tension and thanks to God they laughed. Some questions about the student life, why had I chosen the major I had and similar stuff. Then, as the sky became darker we all stood up gathering out things. Shawn friends started walking away and saying goodbye, leaving us two left.
“Wait” I said turning to Shawn who was putting a white t-shirt on “I thought we were all going to the pier”
“I didn’t specify that we were going all together” He said, a smile tugging the corner of his lips.
“All right” I smiled nodding “Ok, then come with me so I can drop my stuff in my car and then we can go.”
We walked side by side along the pier, surrounded by the neon signs and the noise of arcade games. While we strolled around I found out that he actually wasn’t from the states but from Canada, and that actually he had never been on the pier before.
“Are you serious?” I asked crossing my arms. He shook his head laughing “Then we have to go to this place, they serve shrimp with coconut breading that I live for. So good, c’mon” I said taking his hand and leading him through the sea of people.
“How was that?” I laughed before sipping my lemonade, looking at Shawn. His eyebrows were almost touching the roots of his hair.
“You were right, the coconut crumbs add something to it” He said cleaning his hands with a napkin and then reaching for his glass of water.
“Hey, I’ve realized that I’m always the topic of conversation and that I pretty much know nothing about you, which is kind of unfair if you ask me” I said reclining on my chair, he mirrored my actions and stared at me with a smile on his face “What?”
“You are really something” He said shaking his head “I guess I just like keeping my aura of mystery with you”
“I am serious, tell me something about you” I smiled
“Anything. First thing that pops in your head”
“Ok” He stayed silent, thinking. “I hate tomatoes. Like, I don’t mind them as a sauce on pizza or pasta but I can’t stand the thought of eating them as the vegetable per se”
“Huh?” He furrowed his brows and tilted his head to the side. I smiled at the cuteness of his action.
“Tomatoes are a fruit, Shawn” I giggled “They have seeds”
“Ok, smart lady” He said sarcastically raising his hands on surrender “A question for an answer then”
“That’s fair” I nodded “Shoot”
Like that, we kept asking each other questions until we started feeling goosebumps thanks to the cold sea air. As the gentleman he was, he insisted in paying for the meal with the excuse that he was the one “making me stay until late at night outside with him” and then walking me to my car. I wanted to take advantage on the fact that we had met again and ask for his number, because this couldn’t be a coincidence. It had to mean something.
“Do you have a ride home?” I asked while we stood by the side of my car.
“No, I was going to ask for an Uber or something” He said taking his phone out of his swimming trunks.
“Ok, hop inside” I said unlocking the passenger’s door. He told me that he was staying in a hotel located downtown LA. I appreciated that moment; I was able to ask more about him, without feeling intimidated by him looking at me because I was focused on the road.
“How long are you staying in LA? Like, are you on holiday or something” I assumed because of where I was taking him.
“Not exactly” He said looking through the window “I… I do music and I fly here often to get some of my recordings done”
“Oh, so you’re a musician” I said glancing at him. “I knew that there was a sophisticated air about you”
“I guess this is it” I said turning the car off and turning to Shawn.
“Yeah” He smiled and went to open the door but stopped himself “Hey, Y/n. I was wondering if I could get your phone maybe?” He started blushing as my smile started growing bigger “I mean, I really would like to keep in contact and hang out again, if that’s okay with you”
“Off course, I would like that too” I said reaching for my phone inside the pocked of my hoodie and handing it to him.
“Jo is calling you” He said pointing at the phone. I turned the screen to me seeing what he was talking about.
“Shit” I whispered sliding the green button. “Hey, it’s really not a good time”
“Not a good time?!” she asked “I woke up and you’re still gone, I’m dead worried. Not a call or a text, what the actual-”
“I ran into Shawn at the beach, relax” I said seeing him with a smug but surprised smile on his face “I’m fine”.
“Oh…” She said “Oh, ok…”
“I’m sorry for worrying you”
“You know what? It’s okay” She said and I could see the smile on her face “I won’t expect you home”
“Don’t say that”
“See at home” I cut her and hang up, handing the phone to Shawn. “Sorry about that”
“You talked to your friend about me?” He said taking the phone in his stylized hands
“Oh, you’re so full of yourself” I said as he handed the phone back seeing him in my contact list. He had saved himself as just Shawn. Jackpot!. He walked out of the car and closed the door, only to lean in through the window.
“Text me when you get home, shorty” He said winking and then walking away slowly. I smiled feeling the blush coming up my face. I shook my head in disbelief, biting my lip and started the car.