Floriography: Red Roses
Chapter 25
Now Tracy cast a suspicious look at Louis. Louis laughing.
“I'm kidding stupid.” Louis threw his hat at Tracy. Tracy quickly fended it off. Louis' blond and somewhat long hair fell into a patch of his face. Actually, Tracy thought, Louis had a pretty good attraction if the man could be more sensitive and flirtatious a little against women. But it doesn't seem to be Louis' character at all. Tracy put Louis's hat with the back side facing forward on his head.
“So actually love is what?” Whisper Tracy once again.
Louis shook his head.
“Entah.”
Louis and Tracy ended up chatting until five in the morning, after the Louis and Tracy incident went hungry in the middle of the night and they ordered a delivery from one of the nearby fast food restaurants that was open 24 hours, Tracy was afraid to sleep in that place alone—a new place for her—and Louis was also afraid to get out of that place at three in the morning because he told too much about Lisha and her terror. The sun began to peek, and the sky met with orange visible from the third floor window of the house. Louis and Tracy were already curled up on the sofa that was sitting on each of the— not next to each other of course, Tracy sat on the single sofa on the left side and Louis and his super long legs sat on the large sofa in the middle.
The sound of Tracy's alarm on the stel to always turn on at eight rang, building the two men up abruptly and making them aghast about to fall from their respective couches.
“Yeah, Manson, what time is this?” Louis said with his hoarse voice. Tracy groaned, trying to straighten her body curled up on the small sofa for two and a half hours making her have a backache.
“Eight, I guess.” Reply Tracy with a voice that is no less hoarse. The girl tried to get off her couch and fell on the carpet. Louis had reached out to hold him, but the achievement was done with a power below zero percent. The man laughs at Tracy's fall and lies back on the couch. Tracy picks up her phone still ringing on the desk and turns off the alarm.
“Yes Lord.. today there want a cleaning officer to come.” Tracy said, still with that hoarse voice.
“Now?” Reply Louis Troy with a voice buried on the sofa.
“No, clock Nine.”
“Can we sleep again until nine?”
“If we both come out in this situation we could tomorrow we get a scandal and my pdkt on Steve failed, Troy, don't be rude.” Tracy said as she yawned. Louis chuckled slightly, but flinched on the sofa. Tracy took the small pillow that adorned her sofa and threw it towards Louis who groaned small.
“Wake, stupid. Don't you have a job today?”
“I'm a freelancer, Manson. My only job now is to edit your photos from the show yesterday, and pick and choose model photos. Being in this office is actually to my advantage. So please let me sleep for a little while longer. I'll buy you lunch.” Louis muttered at length. Tracy, whose life has begun to accumulate, takes her cell phone and turns on the voice recorder and brings it closer to Louis.
“What? If I let you sleep again, what will you do?” Ask.
“Mentracting you lunch.” Louis replied with an increasingly indistinct murmur.
“Sip.” Whisper Tracy while turning off her voice recorder. He stood up and stretched out and walked towards his room to pick up a clean dress and towel, and led to the bathroom.
Tracy Manson refused to look like an undead all day.
Just at lunchtime, the first and second floors were already shiny clean. It turned out that the janitor who came was the one who always helped in Naka's office, so it was not only the dust that he cleaned, he said, but Naka's collection has also been neatly lined up on the second floor studio shelf. Officers who came were two, a mother who was about in her forties, and her son who was quite large. Maybe just graduated high school? Guess Tracy. The boy's eyes sparkled at Tracy's stranger—and perhaps because of seeing Gracy's familiar face milling around in the studio that he came to— every dayand kept looking at her.
“Hey, someone has a crush on you.” Whisper Louis, pointing at the boy with his chin. Tracy spontaneously turned her head in the direction Louis was referring to and found the boy was watching her and immediately pretended to look the other way. Tracy just grunted.
“He was a kid, maybe he thought I was Gracy.” Tracy said lightly, while closing the Naka magazine she was reading. The second floor was more relieved than the first and third floors. The floor was an open space with a long shelf around half the room, and on the other side was an empty space attached to a device that could lower the background, where Naka photographed his collection. In front of the photo area, there is a large flash like in a photo studio and behind it there is a table with a computer commonly used for editing. Louis sat in front of Tracy sitting behind the computer, not turning it on, only he felt he had to accompany the cleaning staff until they were done while looking at Naka magazine.
Louis leaned his body to support his chin to the table.
“You always think so yes everyone adores you?”
Tracy did not lift her face from the magazine, and simply shrugged her shoulders. “Yes, how else. Gracy is beautiful and I have the face of Gracy.” Answer lightly. Louis clicked his tongue.
“While you are not too similar either.”
This time the sentence caught Tracy's attention and she looked at Louis. “You're the first person to say so.”
“Masa?”
“Iya. Really.”
“Hm.. what yes?” Louis stared at Tracy's face one by one from above, and Tracy blushed spontaneously. He was weak with Louis' clear eyes, especially after watching him all night.
“I can't say it either but something from your face is typical. I don't know maybe because I haven't met Gracy in person either.”
Tracy agreed.
“If you see us next to each other I don't think you'll be able to tell the difference either.”
Louis shrugged his shoulders, “Maybe.” He then stood up and looked towards Nine—Mom hygiene staff—and his son.
“I'm hungry, let's go to Kelly’s then I want to go home.” Louis yawns.
Tracy stood up. “Ide good, but I don't want to leave them before finished.”
“Lho, instead we go next door and bring them lunch, lah.” Louis thumbs up at Tracy. “OK?”
Tracy tilted her head, feeling defeated because Louis thought of the idea first before Tracy.
“Oke.” Tracy ran straight towards Nini and said they would be back in less than two hours, and walked towards the stairs. Louis waits for Tracy to walk in front of him and follows the girl out of Naka's office.
The sun was shining outside, even though the snow was still piling up. Either because Tracy just came home from Japan—which somehow feels cooler—one layer of jacket is enough to warm him when out of the office that has a warmer. After all Kelly’s also have a heater that is no less okay than the office.
Tracy and Louis ran small towards Kelly’s and sat in the deepest corner. The two of them both let out a sigh of relief as their bottoms touched the foursome table sofa they occupied. Tracy took off her jacket and folded it neatly in an empty spot beside her. The waiter quickly approached them. But as her eyes whistled with Tracy, her countenance changed and suddenly the maid acted awkwardly. Tracy paid no heed to it and with pleasantries flipped through the menu that he did not pay attention to— because his mind was only tethered to the mix grill menu they had along with a glass of warm lemon. Louis ordered the same thing and hesitantly the waiter turned back towards Tracy before leaving.
“Where is your house?” Tracy asked Louis. Unlike Tracy, Louis realizes the waiter's strange behavior and
noticed it. The waiter returned near the cashier to enter the order, then whispered to his friend while glancing at them.
“Hey.” Tracy calls Louis who does not answer and the man simply takes off his hat and mindlessly puts the hat on Tracy, not forgetting to press it down enough to have Tracy's face covered in the front of his hat.
“Basic insensitive, you talked them.” Louis replied while throwing a you-stupid-yes look? Towards Tracy. Tracy frowned, not understanding.
“Who talked to me?”
Louis pointed at the cashier with his head. “But don't look. Who knows if their hands are idle
the photos and suddenly tomorrow Gracy was scandaled out on a date at Kelly’s with me. Well, not that I don't want to, but—“
Tracy hits the arm of Louis perched on the table playfully. The man complained excessively.
“Ya, just say why.” Tracy pouted and allowed the hat to tidy up her hair. Tracy remembers too, she rarely actually ate at Kelly’s. Every time he ate Kelly’s menu was when he was in Naka's office and Violetta ordered a delivery for all of them.
“So where is your home?”
“Not far from here. Only five blocks.”
“Lumayan is also on foot.”
Louis nodded and then pressed his shoulders. “I like to walk, not winter time anyway, but if forced also no problem. Anyway it looks like tonight I need to go back to Naka.”'s office
“What else this time?” Tracy thought the office would be deserted before it was actually opened. But Violetta and jasper really
don't like the holidays it looks.
“Jasper will bring her dresses here with some models to try to be photographed in the top studio.” Given that, Louis pulled out his phone, and opened something there.
“Why not in Jasper's studio alone? Isn't it bigger there?”
“But there is no studio, stupid. It's just for his clients to try on clothes. In part because Jasper's collection was all wedding dresses, the studio area was consumed by the big dresses and mannequins. You've never been there?” Louis turned his attention away from the phone screen towards Tracy.
“No, my business is always with Violetta. If Jasper was involved it must be because Violetta's project collaborated with Jasper so we must be close next to.”
Given about the phone, Tracy went to check her own phone, and it turns out there have been dozens of chat notifications from Steve. Tracy patted his eel and quickly called Steve. After, three, four ringtones the phone was lifted.
“Halo?”
“Yes, Steve. I'm sorry.”
Hearing the name, Louis looked at Tracy and smiled intently.
“I rarely open my phone and last night—“ Tracy's conversation stopped, what would she say to Steve? Louis staying at his house? Sounds very reasonable, right? Tracy clenched her mouth, looking for the right words. While the sight of Louis holding back the laughter in front of him did not help at all.
“Do not think, Tracy. Last night I also chatted you almost midnight, because my taxi driver was stray. You must be sleeping at that hour, right?”
Answer Steve understanding. Tracy took a slow breath.
“Yes, I was so sleepy, maybe around ten o'clock I was asleep.” Tracy answered lying. Louis leaned
then a little laugh.
“You've eaten?” Tracy asked quickly, this time deciding to turn her gaze towards the bottles of sauce on their side so that her eyes would not have to whistle with Louis who would definitely continue to nag him.
“Already, you?”
“I'm at Kelly’s, restaurant next door.”
“Oh, great! Don't eat late, the weather is cold. He said tonight will snow again, don't forget to turn on the heater.”
Tracy smiled. Tracy likes that attention.
“You too. You're busy?”
“No, today I did not go to the gym. Oh, but I need to be gone in a minute, and I'm gonna take a shower. Can I call you later? Maybe after six in the afternoon?”
Tracy nodded her head, as if Steve was in front of her. “Sure can. Iwillwait. Be careful on the road.”
“You too. See you later.”
Tracy disconnects the phone, just as both of their orders arrive. Tracy quickly lowered her head.
“Hm... sorry to interrupt but you're Tracy Manson right? Or Gracy?”
Tracy's eyebrows shot up, shocked at the question. They recognized her as Tracy first, not Gracy.
“Ah.. I—“.
“This is my sister, just returned from Korea just had plastic surgery because she wanted to look like Gracy Manson. Sorry for making a misunderstanding.” Answer Louis accordingly. Or maybe that answer she's been really thinking about, Tracy never knew. Tracy just nodded quickly without looking at the waiter.
“Oh... I see,” The waiter's tone instantly changed, as if it didn't matter. “Sorry to interrupt, enjoy the food.” Then his tone returned to a more reasonable friendly tone, before he left.
“Plastic operation.” Tracy whispered with a sigh of annoyance. “Smart service.” He lifted his cutlery and began to cut the meat served on his plate. Tracy's stomach began to be noisy again because of the delicious fragrance.
“Yes right? I'm smart, right?” Louis said with his mouth full. Tracy looked at Louis, marveling at his eating speed as well as idling at the thickness of his face that did not understand the meaning of sarcasm.
“As far as you are, you should have said you are my grandfather, you should have been, Kek.” Tracy ferociously begins to eat while semi-stomping Louis who is just laughing.
“Ah, my face is too young and handsome to say your grandfather, they will not believe.”
