You take my breath away || Avason
Mason would lie; outright lie to himself if he didn't come to the conclusion after checking his phone for the fifth time in twenty minutes, that he was a little nervous about the notes. Well. Alright. Not really the notes. He'd left notes before. He'd bought gifts before. But he was a bit nervous about this entire thing. Because he'd never done anything like it before. Yet, it had come so natural to him. From the very first day that he walked into that corporate building, to the very day he wrote all the notes, to the very morning he'd put the notes up all around Ava's cottage. Every step of the way, every bit of inch further into their relationship, it had all come so natural to him. But now... Mason had decided to head to the hospital in order to kill a few hours off the clock, and during all that time he hadn't heard from Ava. Assuming she wasn't sleeping by 3PM, Mason started feeling more and more nervous as his shift ended. But he wasn't heading home straightaway. Hanging behind in the locker-room, he sat down, and dialed a number on his phone. A few signals went on, then a gruff woman answered. "Yes, hi, miss Jacobs, it's Mason Cole. Yeah, hi, I'm just fine thank you! How about yourself? Grand. Ah, yes. That's why I'm calling. Is everything set for this afternoon? The cook I told you about; he's already there? That's brilliant, thank you. I can't thank you enough for allowing me to do this. What? Oh, well. It's been my pleasure. I'm glad everyone else can enjoy it, as well. But tonight I want my girlfriend and I to enjoy it with a little privacy. Ahah, yes, exactly. Something like that. No, no; I've got it all prepared. Thank you, again. Yes. Have a good day. Yes. 'Bye!" Slowly pulling the phone from his ear, Mason couldn't help but smile to himself. Glad to know that everything was going according to plan, he stood up and spun around, fiddling with his locker and extracting, not his casual clothes, but a much more fancy outfit. It was only ten past three, but he wanted to be utterly prepared, and not miss anything by a minute. So, he showered, put on his clothes, fixed himself up, and then headed out of the hospital, the last of his colleagues to go. The only remaining thing to do was to head to his goal and ensure that everything was as it should be -- not that miss Jacobs' words weren't good enough, but Mason wanted to check a few certain things. In a matter of fifteen minutes -- the time now being a quarter past four -- Mason stopped in front of the building he'd be taking Ava to in about an hour. He'd made it into the makeshift kitchen they'd constructed, when one of his colleagues spotted him, and grabbed him by the arm. "Mase! I've prepared the turkey, and I'll cook the rest in a few minutes, but what was it you wanted me to do with the napkins?" Smiling, Mason simply handed him a little velvety blue box. "You fasten the napkin with this, and then put it directly on her plate when you deliver them." "Right, thanks," his colleague said, taking the box. "You really love her, don't you? I mean, that's fucking obvious, but you know... really love her. That deep kinda soul matey stuff." Mason chuckled slightly. "Yeah. I do." At about five o'clock, Mason was heading out to his car again, and this time heading toward his girlfriend. The nervousness was amounting to great levels now, though he still kept his calm as he drove through the city, only easing up on the gas pedal as Ava's came into view. The moment he'd turned off the car and was on her doorstep flew by as if in a haze; opening the door, Mason looked around slightly. "Ava?" he called, looking at the watch. 5.23PM. A little early.
