down the corridor quickly, anxious not to lose it.
I don’t know why I followed it. I guess I was just so captivated by it. It never really occurred to me that it would actually lead to anything, or anyone, and it wasn’t until I walked into a coffee house not far from my apartment block and saw Casey that I realised.
It was clinging to her, surrounding her, moving with her every time she moved. Clearly no one else could see this but I was mesmerised, for I had never seen anything so beautiful. Perhaps this was an aura all pregnant women carried with them and it was just that no one else could see it, but I hadn’t noticed it around her before.
She was stood at the till, four credit cards before her on the counter and a queue of people fidgeting impatiently at her back. I could see Toby nearby holding a tall glass of hot chocolate in one hand and a plate with a slice of cake on it in the other. He was stood unmoving at Casey’s side, head bowed in silent misery.
‘That one’s been rejected also, Miss,’ the waiter behind the till said, handing her back another credit card.
‘Are you sure?’ Casey asked, staring at the card he’d just given her. ‘Look, would you mind trying it again?’
‘Come on, lady!’ someone called impatiently from behind her.
Casey ignored him. ‘Please,’ she said to the waiter, ‘can you just try the card one more time?’
‘Casey,’ Toby muttered, putting his cake and drink back on the counter, ‘don’t worry about it. Let’s just go.’
‘I’m sorry, Miss,’ the waiter said, ‘but the cards have all been rejected so unless you have some cash — ’
‘Some of us have places to be, you know,’ came another disgruntled comment from behind her.
‘Shut up and wait your turn,’ Casey snapped, turning her head to glare back at the sullen queue behind her. ‘Fine. Please take these back,’ Casey said, pushing the hot chocolate and cake back over the counter towards the waiter, ‘and instead give us…’ She paused for a second, running her fingers through the change in her purse. ‘One small low fat yoghurt drink, please.’
‘Wait,’ I called, pushing my way through the groaning queue to the front, my wallet already in my hand. ‘Don’t touch that,’ I said, indicating the cake and drink on the counter. ‘We’ll take it.’
‘Gabriel? What are you doing?’ she asked, switching to English with that soft American drawl.
‘Hi, Casey. What do you want?’
‘What?’
‘To drink. What would you like?’
‘Oh, you really don’t have to — ’
‘You might not have noticed but that queue behind you is starting to get a little irate, so why don’t you choose something now and we can argue about it later? I’m sure Toby isn’t the only one here who likes cake.’
When there were at last three cakes and three drinks on a tray, I carried it to a table at the back of the shop, aware of the less than good-natured clapping coming from the queue behind us as we left it. Casey’s cheeks were burning as she helped me move everything from the tray onto the table.
‘Well — they’re an impatient lot, these Hungarians, aren’t they?’ I said, rolling my eyes and smiling in an effort to lighten the mood.
To my relief, she grinned at me then, shrugging off the humiliation with a graceful laugh. ‘I guess they are,’ she replied, fishing the lemon slice out of her coke and handing it to Toby, who gleefully put it straight in his mouth. ‘It’s awesome to finally be able to talk to someone in English. Thanks a lot for helping us out back there.’
‘No problem,’ I replied.
I looked at her, puzzled that I’d never really noticed before how attractive she was. There was nothing at all sexual about it. Her beauty was not the seductive, dark, velvetiness of Lilith with her black hair and lace… The golden aura that surrounded Casey tinted the coffee brownness of her skin and glinted in golden flashes from the many gold hoops in her ears and the silver nose stud, collecting in pools in the liquid brown of her eyes. The electric pink and blue streaks through her dark hair seemed all the more colourful for the aura, and I had never seen a person look so healthy — so radiant with a delicate innocence that took on a golden physical existence of its own, reflecting down the lengths of her eyelashes and clinging in golden droplets to her dark skin.
When I glanced at Toby, I was disappointed to see him looking distinctly uneasy in my company, so I made an effort to talk to him, to try and draw him out of himself; but he just looked doubtful and uncertain and only answered my questions with a brief word or two.
‘What’s got into you, Toby? You’re not usually this shy,’ Casey said, matter-of-factly wiping away a smudge of dirt on her squirming brother’s face.
A couple of old ladies on the table next to ours caught my eye and gave me encouraging smiles. I smiled back, feeling puzzled. And then.. it struck me. They actually thought that Casey and Toby were my children! I glanced at the two of them. Yes, they had brown skin but it was of such a colour that I suspected one of their parents was white. And I was probably about sixteen or seventeen years older than Casey so I was just about old enough to be her father.
I was aware that when strangers looked at her, they probably looked no further than the many piercings, the tattoos, the dyed hair, and the painfully obvious fact that she was pregnant. She did, in fact, scream ‘troubled teen’ and anyone looking at her was bound to assume that she was a troublemaker. Believing me to be her father, the people around us liked me for taking her out to lunch, but they pitied me too for having such a troublesome child. How very ignorant of them. But I could be a friend even if not a father. I wanted something more than this fragile, cautious friendship that we had right now. But that kind of thing took time — I couldn’t grab at it for she had to trust me first. And then a flash of inspiration struck:
‘I don’t usually eat desserts,’ I remarked casually as I sank my fork into the marzipan gateau before me. ‘But my partner has a very sweet tooth.’
‘Partner?’ Casey asked. ‘Are you married?’
I saw her glance down at my hands, distinctly devoid of any wedding ring.
‘No, she doesn’t believe in marriage. We live in Italy but my brother lives in Budapest and he’s had some family problems that I’ve been helping him with. Still, I’m hoping to be able to return home in a month or two.’
I could see straightaway that this was a good thing to have told her, for Casey relaxed visibly, reassured that my intentions weren’t inappropriate and that I was just a normal person with a family of my own.
‘Do you have children?’ Casey asked.
‘Two daughters,’ I said.
‘You must really miss them.’
‘You have no idea.’
Already I was almost believing the story myself. I wished it were true. I thought of Nicky and Luke and felt that familiar longing rise up sharply. Hastily, I stuffed it back down again. I did not feel guilty for lying to Casey. All I wanted was to reassure her that I wasn’t dangerous. That she had nothing to fear from me…
‘Is there something wrong with your cake?’ I asked, noticing that she had been eating it very slowly and thinking that perhaps she didn’t like it.
To my surprise, she laughed. ‘No, there’s nothing wrong with it at all. In fact, I think it’s just the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted in my life.’
I raised my eyebrows at her, puzzled by the enthusiasm in her voice. She gave me an embarrassed grin and indicated the banana cake on her plate with her fork. ‘Cravings. I couldn’t get them for some cheap, commonplace thing like rice, right? It had to be scarce, expensive banana cake. I’ve been lying awake at night just obsessing about banana cake the past few nights, so this really hits the spot, you know? I just want to enjoy it as much as I can. Thanks again.’
So why didn’t you buy yourself a slice to begin with, I thought, watching her scrape carefully at a stray bit of icing on the edge of the plate. When I’d walked into the coffee shop, Casey had been trying to buy Toby a drink and a slice of cake, but she hadn’t had anything for herself. She hadn’t offered me any excuse or explanation as to why all her cards had been rejected, but I suppose the fact rather spoke for itself.
‘When is your baby due?’ I asked
‘Oh… around December, I think. I can’t remember the exact day.’
‘Where’s the father?’ I asked tentatively.
