Colour. Part 10

“Tate. Hi.”

I heard him laugh. “Hi. How are you?”

I flopped onto my bed. “Tired, but good. How are you?”

“Excellent. Never better.”

I struggled to think of something to say, something brilliant or funny. Of course I couldn’t think much beyond yay, he called me!

“So, I’d hoped we could see each other before my trip but my schedule doesn’t permit it. Hopefully you’re okay with that.”

My heart sank. “Trip?”

“Yeah. I’m going to Japan for two weeks. I’m leaving Tuesday.”

I wasn’t his girlfriend or anything but it upset me that I didn’t know this very important detail. Then again, I had to face the fact I didn’t really know him at all. Thoughts of my rapidly emptying bank account pervaded my mind. I didn’t know how this thing worked. Did he give me a whole bunch of cash regularly, or just when he utilized my services?

“Don’t worry, I’ll have some money put into the bank for you.”

“I wasn’t—”

“Shut up. I can smell your desperation