The Tragic Tale of Teddy Woven

Two full glasses of water were placed over a circular table. A tray of fresh fruits were arranged nicely in a cobalt blue tray. The windows were wide open to let in some fresh air; Teddy was standing in front of them to push back the drapes a little bit more. “I brought out some fruit in case you are tempted,” he said with his back to me. “I know you don’t have much time, but I thought it might be nice to have something in your stomach.”

“I might take this banana,” I mused aloud. “I could eat it on the bus ride home.”

“Bus ride home,” Teddy chuckled. “You’re not serious, are you?”

“It is the same one I took to get here.”

“Yes, but it is hot,” he said as a way of an excuse. “And I have no bus stops around here.”

“I know.” He turned around to face me now, letting his lower back lean against the edge of the counter. “I had to ask the bus driver to stop me at the bottom of your hill.”

“And you walked all the way up here?”

“Yes, but I enjoy the exercise.”

Teddy walked over to his table. A chair was pushed outwards and then he took a quiet seat next to me. “Daphne has a car,” he noted. “I can drive you somewhere.”

“That isn’t necessary.”

“I don’t think you should be lingering out there alone.” He licked at his bottom lip. “And it’s hot.”

“Yes, but it’s not summer yet.”

“And you are a woman,” he entreated. “A woman standing in the middle of nowhere alone.” Teddy reached for his glass of water, compelling me to do the same. “I will not stand for it. I was raised better than that.”

“Perhaps…”

His thumb lightly stroked the outside of his

off at the main

could do

much from him. Teddy stared at me intently, letting his eyes focus on my hair that was now down to the

is

only care

of my water, finding it was the best excuse to fill up the awkward pause. I thought it best to contact Daphne as soon as possible, knowing she was the only one available

I still need to complete the trimming to his hedges at the back. “I suggest you

you to pick me up at the station in the morning,” I entreated. “Though driving me to the

and eat here,” he suggested. “Or I could…

“That really isn’t needed.”

“I would like to do that,” he voiced out to my surprise. “You will have to tell me what kind

I cut in. “You are my employer and I don’t want things to get any

me in a higher tone

that…” His face was suddenly deadpan, hardly expressing any emotions at all. “I feel like I will owe you too much,”

amount of times I have forgotten to have a meal.”

slammed shut with a violent bang, startling me so much I nearly dropped my glass of water

the wind,” he coldly replied. “Sometimes the wind blows so strong it slams the bedroom doors closed.” His fists gradually grew less tense, and soon he was

let out a short exhale once I was done and placed the glass hard down on the table. He visibly flinched at the sound, making me feel guilty for causing

over the table to be positioned next to his own. Teddy retrieved the two empty glasses and immediately turned his large back to me. I watched