Summer Blue By A.M.

Cervantes

Text copyright A.M. Cervantes All rights reserved.

To Robert, for making the dress that inspired this, and for being an invaluable friend

1. Mom? Liv left her keys on the small table set beside the doorstep. Shed just gotten home from her part time job at your average clothing retail chain, and was of course excited. Considering the day that was about to be, how could she help herself? And, of course, her mom had been slyly hinting at a special surprise thatd be on the way just for this particular birthday of hers. Mom, Im home! As Liv walked towards the living room, she noticed that the table was set for two already. A lovely red velvet tablecloth had replaced the pretty summer flowers set just for the season, and there were even candles lit. She smiled a little. Her mother was just your average career woman, and usually extremely busy. But she knew that she also loved to take time off to spoil and adore her daughter. So far, her mom wasnt disappointing. This was certainly better than when she was thirteen and decided her boyfriend at the time would totally give her the night of her life, until he decided that he could drive. When she sat down, Liv finally heard some bustling coming from the kitchen. Placing a tablecloth over her lap, her mother stumbled in holding two plates filled with lasagna and garlic bread. Over the years, her mother, named Marcela, had considerably improved her cooking. Liv could remember when she was a child and how terrible the food was. But Marcela was a persistent lady, and continued to find ways to improve her cooking, up until this moment, in which she could finally be called a good cook. Hey hun! exclaimed Marcela as she set down the plates and settled herself into the chair opposite of Liv. I heard you come in, but I was kinda busy pulling this lovely masterpiece of a lasagna out of the oven. What do you say? Shall we dig in?

Liv smiled. Of course Mom! I mean, only if you promise to tell me what the surprise is when were done. Yes, it was apparently the surprise. Asides improving her birthday and overall cooking, Marcela had also decided that each year thered be a surprise of sorts for Liv on her birthday. The surprises had ranged from hiring a team of clowns to a trip to Europe and even to something small like the hand-made heart pendant Liv wore nearly every day. So in all her eighteen year old excitement, Liv couldnt help but wonder what would it be this year. After clearing their plates, with this years lasagna now declared the best thing Marcela had ever cooked, Marcela left the room for a moment, leaving Liv alone to continue contemplating possibilities. Maybe its a car! Well, maybe not, I have to save up for one myself. But Im going to college soon, so who knows! Maybe this year well go to China! Or maybe its a gift card with a bunch of cash! Its gotta be special! Alright hun! Ive got your surprise right here! Marcela had returned to the living room. In her hands wasnt a set of car keys or tickets or a gift card. Instead, she was holding a dress on a hanger. It was a summer dress, perfect for the current weather, and a beautiful blue. Its bodice was somewhat form fitting, with thin straps and a bow tied around the waist. It wasnt too long, but it wasnt very short either. And despite the fact that it was extremely well cared for, it looked as though it hadnt been worn in years. Although she was a little disappointed at first, Liv then realized what this actually meant. As a toddler, she remembered her mother wearing this dress as she studied for exams and how beautiful it looked on her. Actually, Marcela wore the dress fairly often when the weather was nice, and got compliments about it routinely. Liv also remembered when she was a little older and asked about it. Her mom just smiled and said she wanted to make sure it didnt get worn out, so she was saving it for something special. And

perhaps now was that something special. I know its nothing that special, said Marcela, but I wanted you to have this. I dont know if you remember this dress. Liv nodded, excited again. Of course I do! You used to wear it all the time! She stood up to get a closer look at the dress. Though she had inherited her mothers height, making her quite tall, her bust was smaller, making the bodice looser than it should be. She was also thinner than her mom probably used to be when she had the dress. What should I do so the dress can fit? Marcela chuckled a little. Check around the city hun, Im pretty sure you can find a tailor or something who can fix the dress so itll fit. Liv contemplated the dress for a little bit more. She couldnt wait until she could actually wear it and for it to fit just right. But another question crossed her mind at that very moment. So, where did you get this dress in the first place? It was a simple question, but even now she could also remember that, among the compliments, people would ask questions, anxious to know where they could buy something just as pretty. Though she could never remember the answers, Liv remembered Marcela just smiling and laughing. I didnt get the dress anywhere, said Marcela. It was a gift, made specially for me by a very good friend I knew at the moment. Livs eyes widened. Wow, you knew someone who could make dresses? What was she like? She couldnt help but imagine a trend-setting girl, fashion forward and ahead of the curve. Marcela laughed. Well, this friend of mine was quite the character. But, as

you can see, very talented. Marcela smiled wider seeing the look on Livs face. For some reason, the thought that Marcela knew such cool people amazed her to no end. Thats so cool! I have the day off tomorrow. Ill definitely find someone to fix this so I can wear it. Thanks so much mom! Liv put the dress aside and hugged her mom tightly. It might not be a car, but this was better than a car. If her mom thought she was old enough to own this dress, then shed make it worth her faith. Love you mom. Marcela patted Liv on the head. Love you too, sweetheart. Marcela was still smiling to herself. Maybe tomorrow Liv would notice the car keys in the front pocket of the dress. 2. Bye Liv! waved Marcela as she clambered into her car, ready to go off to work. Have fun with car! Bye Mom! In all honesty, Liv couldnt quite remember the last time shed been this excited. So maybe the car wasnt brand new, but honestly she wouldve been happy with anything, and this car was only about seven years old anyway. Her moms cars were nice, but she didnt like borrowing them. It was fun to have a car she could call her own, and she knew exactly how she was going to put it to use on this first day. However, as Liv drove around the city in her new car, she realized she had no idea where to start looking for a person or a store that could refit and hem a dress. Where exactly did one find people who sewed for a living? Honestly, to her people who sewed were either old ladies or hip fashion designers. And this was a fairly large city to begin with. She just didnt know what she was supposed to look for. Thinking it was better to start somewhere, she decided to first stop at craft

shops. After a couple of visits though, Liv realized she mightve been barking up the wrong tree. At least she was getting a better idea of what to look for. So, per the instructions of the store clerks, now she was keeping an eye out for clothing studios and small fabric stops. However, she was finally getting exasperated by the time she reached a third shop, which was small but jam packed with nothing but fabric. The clerk over the counter, very short but perky with a pixie cut dyed blue, seemed to notice. Hey look, if you want, Ill give you the address of someone who does these kinds of things, the girl said. Hold on a second. Liv instantly perked up as the girl walked into the small storage room. Maybe finally shed get somewhere. Considering the size of the store, she couldnt help but overhear small bits of the conversation the girl was having. Yes, she apparently needs a dress refitted, so I figured you could help. You still live in the same place? Oh, great, okay then, Ill tell her. Thanks! The girl walked back inside to the counter. Good news, he said hed have a look at it. Ill write the address for you. As the clerk wrote the address down, Livs curiosity piqued. After searching the city for someone who could fix this dress, she was finally getting closer to her end goal. With the help of the maps on her phone, Liv drove down the street where this man apparently lived slowly. It was a slightly more downtown area than where she and her mother currently lived, but it wasnt unfamiliar. While her mom was climbing the ropes of her profession they lived in similar areas, so the area felt a bit like home. She passed by what seemed like endless houses refitted into apartments. Maybe the guy was young, considering the age set of many people here, most of them looking either her age or in their mid-twenties. Finally, she stopped in front of the house number written on the paper, number 523. Carefully side parking her birthday car, she grabbed the dress, neatly folded on the back seat, and practically jumped out of the car. The

paper said to walk up the steps on the left side and just knock on the first door shed find. A little nervous, Liv took a moment to make sure she looked all right in a mirror that happened to be on the wall next to the appropriate door. Her skin was slightly fairer and her eyes were a dark brown, but overall she looked much like her mother, with a heart shaped face and curly brown hair. Liv didnt have much makeup on, but she didnt really need it right now anyway, so she simply wore some lightly colored lip-gloss. And, of course, her usual summer attire, a black cami and a pair of jeans with sneakers. Finally ready, Liv took a deep breath and knocked. One second! The voice didnt sound that old, but it didnt sound that young either. And actually, it definitely didnt sound like a girls voice. After a few more moments, she heard the door unlock and saw the knob twist open. Liv blinked. Hey, Im guessing youre the person my sister was talking about over the phone, come on in, said the voice. She couldnt quite see him though, only his silhouette through the door crack. Hoping this wasnt the beginning of a serial murder; Liv took a deep breath and walked inside. But all thoughts of creepy killings were swept out of her mind as she took a look around. This looked much less like an apartment and a whole lot more like one of those fashion workshops shed seen on TV shows. Everywhere she looked there were mannequins, sketches of figures wearing all kinds of clothing, cloth and fabric strewn everywhere, photographs of models wearing all kinds of crazy outfits, and thread with needles nearly everywhere.

This was the sort of person Liv was looking for, and how lucky to have found him. Still, she couldnt hide her surprise. Shed expected a woman for some reason. Well, its not that she didnt think a man could sew or make clothing. If she had no idea what to do with a needle and thread, then that meant that there were men out there capable of sewing dreams out of nothing. It was then she noticed a boy about her age sewing in a corner close to a mannequin. Oh, dont worry about him, hell be back in a bit. He just hasnt slept, said the boy, never taking his eyes off what appeared to be a jacket he was sewing. Liv nodded. It was just then that she noticed a very old photograph pinned below some other ones, half-heartedly covered up. But before she could get a closer look, the man whod answered the door had made his way back into this makeshift workshop. Right, she heard him say, sorry about that. I didnt really put together the idea that youd come over this quickly, but thats my fault. So, what- Hed stopped mid sentence. As Liv turned to look at him, she noticed he was staring at her, mouth half open. Even the boy took notice and had paused his sewing. She was confused by the attention. Was it something on her shirt? Um, she said cautiously, I just need this dress fixed for me.

3. He was about her mothers age, maybe a bit younger, but Liv couldnt tell. Hed aged well so far though. His light brown hair was cut short, messy like itd just been washed. His skin was about as fair as Livs, and his eyes a similar dark brown. But he was about as tall as her, with tattoos covering his arms, and dressed casually in a simple black shirt with matching pants. To others he mightve been intimidating, but Liv was just curious. This is certainly getting awkward, thought Liv after a few moments, but the man regained his composure and went back to the somewhat casual but mostly business demeanor hed had previously. So, you need a dress fixed. Fixed how? Liv cleared her throat. Well, its a gift, and it doesnt fit me quite right. So I think it needs to be, I dont know, fitted for me? He nodded. I can do that. Oh, right, the names Flynn, he said, extending a hand which Liv shook. Over there is my assistant, Marshall. The boy waved with a free hand. Marshall himself wasnt quite the standout Flynn was, with long dark hair tied in a ponytail and a pair of dusty jeans and a shirt on. His eyes, though, were an intense blue, offsetting his olive skin very nicely. So, first things first, declared Flynn as he looked through a drawer, we need to take your measurements, so hold still. That seemed to prove almost impossible for Liv, but then again, Flynn seemed to need an impossible amount of measurements. He measured her height, her bust, her waist, her hip, her arm, the length of her legs, even her neck. But finally it was all said and done. Okay, we got all that covered, mused Flynn. Now, lets see that dress.

Liv turned to the table where shed set the dress, and unfolded it as she picked it up. Once again, she admired the craftsmanship on it, and couldnt wait till it could fit her properly. Here. She handed him the dress. Once again, that slightly bewildered look flitted across Flynns face. What was with this man? Its just a dress. What was your name? Flynn asked. Livius. Liv for short. Liv, began Flynn cautiously, where did you say you got this from? It was a gift. He nodded. I see. Im sorry, it just seemedfamiliar, for a moment. And once again, all the surprise had gone away from his face. Liv was honestly quite lost. He was just a sewer and a fashion designer, why should this dress be so special? It was awfully pretty, but nothing to show so much surprise over. I-I mean, stammered Liv, I know its a little old, but its a lovely dress and Id like to wear it. If its too much trouble- Flynn held up a hand, and Liv fell quiet. Now Liv, he said smiling, almost smirking even, I can sew and make just about anything. Making this dress fit you will be a piece of cake. So much so, in fact, that itll be on the house if you like the end result, but only if by then you want your own dress made. Liv immediately brightened up. Really? Oh thatll be amazing! Thank you sir!

Sir? laughed Flynn. You can call me Flynn. Right, Flynn. So when can I come back? Flynn thought for a moment, rubbing his chin. Marshall, how many deadlines do we have coming up? Just two for next Wednesday, as far as I can remember, said Marshall, looking up from his jacket. That boy sure can concentrate, thought Liv, a little envious. She herself was kind of a scatterbrain. Well, its Tuesday, so I think this can be done by Friday, stated Flynn. Sound good? Yeah, it does, said Liv, nodding. Quicker than I was thinking too. So, do me a favor and write your information here. He handed her a piece of paper and a pen. Liv quickly scribbled her name and phone number, and handed it back to Flynn, who was carefully placing the dress over an undressed mannequin. Thanks again! said Liv as she left the door. Nice meeting you Flynn, Marshall. With that, Liv walked out the door and practically skipped to her car, almost ecstatic over finally finding someone to fix her dress. As she texted her mother the news, though, her excitement was somewhat punctured remembering Flynns reactions, first upon seeing her, then at seeing the dress. Was the dress that ugly? Maybe thats why he offered to make her a new one. And what was wrong with her? She knew she looked kind of weird, certainly not pretty in her opinion, but nothing to just stare at in bemusement. But it didnt matter. Shed have that dress and it would fit her and that was

that. She looks like her, doesnt she? asked Marshall back at the apartment. Like the woman in that picture of yours. Yet again hed broken his concentration, curious about his teacher and partners intense curiosity. Yeah, she does, replied Flynn somewhat cautiously. But I dont know. He looked down at the paper, which read in loopy writing Livius Smith, along with a phone number. Its just a dress anyway.

4. It was Thursday night as Liv walked out of the retail store she worked out. Bye guys, see you on Sunday! she yelled as she waved her goodbyes to her boss and her coworkers. She was given Friday and Saturday off, so at the very least thered be no interruptions getting her dress from Flynn. Still, she figured shed take the edge off her excitement and decided to stop at her usual coffee shop before heading home. Though Liv didnt drink coffee, the shop made a lot of other nice drinks, and the employees knew her by name. It was nice since they were all pretty funny and made good drinks and food. So once it was her turn, tonights cashier, a guy by the name of Julius, just smiled. The usual, right Liv? Yep, said Liv as she nodded. Her usual was a strawberry and banana smoothie with whip cream tossed in and banana slices on top. It was pretty good, and wasnt even on the menu the first time she was here. But she asked nicely enough and they made it just for her. And now it was available alongside a host of other smoothies that popped up once the management decided to sell them alongside their coffee drinks. At any rate, Livs smoothie was ready fairly quickly, and with it in hand, she settled herself in her favorite corner, next to the window. It was nighttime, so mostly all you could see were passing cars, but she liked it all the same. The shop always had a nice vibe. It was small but not too small, with slightly dim lighting and different colored lamps everywhere. The tables were all round and sized for two, but usually Liv came alone. She had friends, of course, but she liked to feel as though this were her private space.

Mind if I join you? asked a familiar voice. Liv looked up. It was the blueeyed boy from Flynns shop. Oh. Marshall, right? He nodded. Um, sure, go ahead. Liv didnt really need to bother though, as Marshall had already settled himself in the seat in front of her. He himself had settled for an iced coffee, which was also fitting for the hot weather. I thought Id seen you before, mused Marshall. You come here pretty often, dont you? Yeah, I do, said Liv. Its one of my favorite places. Marshall stayed silent, sipping his coffee slowly. Liv was becoming a little baffled. What exactly did Marshall want? They were strangers up until the other day, and for all intents and purposes, they were still strangers. Though maybe she was just overthinking everything. I think he knew her. Or maybe not. Knew who? asked Liv. Your mom, replied Marshall. He has a picture of her somewhere in the studio, Ive seen it. And it has to be your mom, you look exactly like her, its a little weird. Well thats definitely true, thought Liv. A lot of times people asked if they were siblings rather than mother and daughter. I mean, there are just very minor differences, like the color of your eyes, but thats about it. Liv took a moment to think. Okay. So they mightve known each other before, and thats fine. But why would Flynn be so surprised to see me anyway? Why didnt he say anything? Instead, he looked like hed seen a ghost! Unless my mom and him parted ways?

Marshall nodded. That must be it. I mean, I asked once, because I was curious. And he just said she was someone hed loved very much. Liv couldnt help but gasp a little. You mean-? No, said Marshall, shaking his head. I went down that same train of thought myself, but he simply shook his head and didnt say anything else. I mean, you dont have to be someones lover to love him or her. But I still dont really get it myself. If Marshall was confused, it was nothing compared to Liv. Someone he loved very much; but then, why didnt they talk anymore? If they were at the very least good friends, why did they separate? In Livs mind, you only parted from people if they moved or if they pissed you off. Did Marcela or Flynn make the other angry? She didnt know. It was all this strange coincidence, and yet a voice in the back of Livs mind told her otherwise. Flynn obviously made that dress, I can tell, remarked Marshall. Its his style, at least I can tell in the smaller details and in the finishing. But he didnt answer me when I asked. Hes a little weird sometimes. He finished the last bit of his iced coffee. Anyway, I should get going. I need to finish your dress for tomorrow. Think you can bring your mom along? Well started Liv. She wasnt really sure. Her mother was a pretty busy person, and the odds of her being able to have a little free time just to pick up the dress were pretty slim. But it was the dress, after all. I couldnt really say, but I guess I could try. Alright then. Have a good one! Youre alright. With that, Marshall smiled and left the shop. His smiles were rare, but they were nice. Finishing her smoothie, Liv got up herself and headed out to her car. Well,

curiosity mightve killed the cat, but she had to know too. To her, two people couldnt just stop being at the very least acquaintances. So she took her phone out of her bag and dialed her moms number. Mom? Hi, yeah, Im headed home. Hey, I know youre busy, but do you think you could take tomorrow morning off? Yeah, its to pick up the dress with me. Can you? Because I think its important.

5. Im sorry again Mom, apologized Liv for possible the millionth time that morning. Her mom had to make all sorts of arrangements to make room for this quick escapade to pick up her dress, and was making amends over email and text message on her phone. But Liv had to at least try and go through with Marshalls request. Honey, its fine! I think the office can get by for at least a little while without me! Besides, youre my little girl, added Marcela, smiling at her daughter as Liv somewhat frantically drove her car. If only she knew why I was so nervous, thought Liv. She was beginning to think that this might not be the greatest idea, but it was too late. Once again, with the help of her phones maps, she found herself driving up the street where Flynns shop (and apartment?) was to be found. Liv was a little hopeless with directions, and would have probably needed to call at least several times if not for her phone. Finally, they arrived at the apartment. It was just as beautiful as it had been when Liv first set foot here, and the neighborhood was a little quieter, probably due to the summer heat. She inhaled and exhaled carefully. This was going to be important. The worst that could happen is that they actually hated each other now and would probably scream at each other, Liv supposed. Otherwise, maybe they would simply say oh hi, its sure been awhile. Or maybe they didnt know each other and Marshall was wrong. Nothing bad was going to happen. It was just a dress. Thats what Liv tried to convince herself of anyway as she glimpsed herself in the mirror before knocking on the door. This time she wore a button up instead of a shirt, but she still wasnt as fashion forward as she couldve liked. Her friend from high school probably couldve been much better at

that. Finally, though, she knocked on the door. Her mom looked a little amused. Liv hoped shed stay that way. It was Marshall who answered the door. Hello Liv, good to see you. Hey Marshall, she smiled, trying to hide her nerves. May we come in? Marshall nodded as he spread the door wide, letting Marcela and Liv walk into what Liv still thought of as an amazing studio. It was still just as messy as ever, but there seemed to be new things here and there, and the jacket Marshall was working on was now hanging by a closet, ready for use. And, of course, Livs dress was now on a mannequin. Still just as beautiful, it now looked a little different. Now it seemed like it could fit Liv like a perfect glove of sorts. This took the edge off her nerves a little. Seeing her dress practically ready for wear made her excited now, and she couldnt wait to take it from the mannequin. So the lady is back? Liv looked from the mannequin to the doorway where the voice came from. Flynn was a little better kept than before, his hair brushed and trimmed and his face now cleanly shaven. He certainly looked much more put together today than he had in their previous meeting. Liv wondered if he wanted to make a better impression. Yes, said Liv as she extended her hand to shake Flynns. The dress looks just about ready. Oh it is. Why dont you try it on? Oh, said Liv, her nerves coming back again. Flynn, this is my mother, Marcela. Mom, this is Flynn, and thats Marshall. For what appeared to be the shortest and yet longest second in her life,

Livs eyes darted first from her mother than to Flynn. Oh no. Flynns expression was far more unreadable this time, so she couldnt tell what was on his mind. Her mother hadnt changed her demeanor at all, still carrying the same slightly amused air she had in the car, and yet all business as usual. But something in Marcelas eyes seemed to change. Or was that Liv imagining things? Finally, though, Marcela offered her hand to Flynn. Its a pleasure to meet you Flynn. Im sorry if you had to rush the job. No, no, said Flynn, his voice softening slightly, it wasnt any trouble. I can hem and fix clothes about as well as actually making them. It was a pleasure to work with such a lovely dress, added Flynn as he smiled at Liv. How strange, thought Liv. Its like he suddenly went from his cool nononsense attitude to a more relaxed, even pleasant, version of himself. Well, I guess I should try it on first, right? asked Liv. Flynn nodded as Marshal took the dress off the mannequin and handed it to Liv. The dressing room is right there, Marshall said, pointing at the door in the hallway. Liv slipped in quietly, and quickly got her own clothes off as she closed the door. Slowing down as she picked up the dress, not wanting to damage it, she pulled it over her head and onto her body. Looking at the full body mirror on the door, Liv couldnt hide her amazement. It fit her perfectly, as though it were made for her. And just in time for this summer too. As she walked out of the room, she noticed Marshall and her mother talking, with Flynn sipping a coffee as he looked over what appeared to be recent designs. Marshall noticed her first, and looked amazed at seeing the dress fit Liv so well. Wow Liv, that dress looks great on you! exclaimed Marshall. Liv noticed

how happy he looked, and mused that he was perhaps only serious when he didnt know the person or doing something he was unsure of. But seeing something he helped fix look as good as it did lit his face up. Oh wow Liv, you look beautiful! said Marcela as she hugged Liv. It looks better than it did on me even. Marshall, said Flynn suddenly. Could you drop by my sisters shop? I need you to get some fabric. And take Liv with you.

6. As the door shut behind them, Flynn took the opportunity to finally look at Marcela properly, or in this case, glare at her. A pleasure to meet you? he repeated somewhat annoyed, but mostly disappointed. Marcela smiled guiltily. Im sorry Flynn. You know, Im still a little hopeless handling awkward situations like this, so I just blurted out the first thing that came to my head. I didnt want things to be weird for Liv. As Marcela tried to find Flynns eyes, he looked away, somewhat abashed. He could still remember the day they had parted ways like it had happened yesterday. His best friend and his confident, one of the most important people to him then, just like that, gone and dissolved into thin air. Im sorry Flynn. But you deserve to be happy with her. He didnt get it then. He didnt get it now. So, said Marcela, attempting conversation, howve you been? It was a heady question. There was no real answer he could give her. Hed been fine, of course. The hurt of his best friend breaking things off numbed over time, and hed thrown himself full time into his work, sewing and designing and creating with his hands, what he was best at. And until very recently, life had been relatively normal and carefree, him and his partner and apprentice working the hours away. Why did you really leave? Without meaning to, Flynn had blurted out the one question he couldnt seem to answer. Over and over he tried to, but every path was a dead end. He was going to just say fine, great; Ive made

a name for myself in this city with my clothing. But no, he decided to drive straight back into awkward territory. He lacked social graces sometimes too. Marcela was quiet though. She pondered the question. What should she answer? If he was asking, then he had no idea, but surely he had to know. He knew her better than herself sometimes. But if he didnt know, then shed have to tell him herself. And this time, it might be him who would prefer to turn away for good. Flynn, she began, I wanted you to be happy. I wanted my best friend, you, to be happy in the way you wanted. The month we spent together, not as friends but as lovers, was the best month Id spent in my life. But what you needed was someone who could give you the happy and stable life youd worked so hard to have. She swallowed. Flynn said nothing. This next part was going to be a bit harder. Despite living as lovers, I knew you did not and could not love me. You always said it. Id lived a month lying to myself. But I knew the truth. I decided it would be better to let you reconcile with your partner and just disappear from your life. But thats not true! exclaimed Flynn. Marcela jumped a little, startled. I was lying. I always had been! I always loved you Marcela, more than you or even I knew then. I lied to protect you, not to hurt you. Marcela shook her head. No Flynn. Look, even if This was the hard part. She looked at Flynns face, for what she feared would be the last time. Almost twenty years since the day she said her goodbyes to him, and yet, she could not tell looking at his face. Of course these years had hardened him. He had lines and creases around his eyes and mouth he did not have, but they only gave him character rather than aged him. Perhaps he wasnt good looking in a traditional sense, but it was this sense of being a person

and having a personality that she had always liked, not what he looked like. She took a deep breath. Flynn. Even if you were lying and surprise, you did actually love me, it wasnt going to work. Fighting the urge to look away, she instead walked closer, peering into his dark brown eyes. I found out I was pregnant. I wanted to keep it. And I knew you werent interested. I didnt want to make things hard for you or change your life. Thats why I left. It was like something had broken and also fallen into place in Flynns head. Liv was his daughter. She was his kin. He made her. Marcela was right; he never wanted kids and actually hated them. But this was Marcela and his child. And Liv was beautiful, just like Marcela. And though Liv looked almost nothing like him and almost completely like her mother, he could see it now. The same skin tone and his same dark brown eyes, they were things hed passed down to her. And Marcela had raised her by herself because she wanted him to be happy. Flynn? He heard her but didnt. The tears and grief were starting to overwhelm him somewhat unwillingly. Only now, after so many years apart, did he realize just how much Marcela cared for him and how much she took into account his words and wishes. Suddenly, all his memories of her and them floated to the surface, and he could do nothing but look on and let this infectious agony take hold. Did she not know that he wanted her to be happy too? I understand if youre angry at me, but- Her words were caught in the wind as he embraced her tightly. She hardly ever had seen this sort of outpouring on his part, and she fought with all her strength to keep hold of him. No, this definitely wasnt anger on his part. This was pure, raw emotion. It was Flynn at his essence.

Im sorry. What? Why would he be sorry, thought Marcela. Flynn, why are you sorry? I should be sorry. Youre justyoure amazing. An amazing friend, and an amazing person, and I cant believe you raised someone to be as strong and beautiful as you. I cant believe that part of me is in her. I cant believe youre even here. Flynn almost seemed to fall apart. But he wasnt going to. He was strong. Thank you for giving her the dress.

7. Is he okay? asked Liv as she and Marshall drove back to that shop Liv had found out about Flynn. I dont know, shrugged Marshall. He has been a bit weird, but I didnt think itd be that weird for you to bring your mom. But, if he wants us buying fabric, he must need the time alone with her, so its best to indulge him. Liv contemplated this for a minute. Well I guess, but it seemed like she didnt know him. You think so? I think she was avoiding an unpleasant scenario, due to the overwhelming coincidence it is to have the daughter of someone who might have meant something to you show up out of the blue with a dress that you made. That made sense to Liv. Well, she didnt see how much of a coincidence it should be. If they knew each other before, than they just did. At any rate, she had her dress now and once Flynn finished making her new dress, then thered be no need to see him again. The thought made her a bit sad, because she thought he was pretty okay and because Marshall was pretty cool too. New friends were always nice. But if parting ways would dispel this delicate situation, then it would perhaps be for the best. Now that she thought about it, Liv realized something. So his sister runs the shop were going to? The one I was at earlier this week? Marshall nodded. Yeah. She doesnt quite have the talent or taste for fashion, but shes got a good head for business, and growing up with Flynn, I guess she just gravitated towards selling the materials he uses.

Liv wondered what kind of person was Flynns sister. Flynn was easy going, but knew how to get down to business. Apparently more inclined to run things, maybe this sister of his would be more serious. Sibling relationships always made Liv curious, since shed grown up as an only child. Finally, Marshall pulled up in front of the shop, and quickly both he and Liv made their way in. As they opened the door to walk in, Liv noticed the same short and spunky girl from the last time she was here. Hearing the tinkling of the bells that hung around the doors, she turned around and smiled at seeing Marshall. Hey dude, fetching stuff for this guy? Yeah, namely for her too, replied Marshall, gesturing towards Liv. Oh, youre the girl from the other day! exclaimed the clerk. And Im guessing thats the dress you needed to have fitted? I knew Flynn would come through. Liv, this is Olivia, Flynns sister. Liv fought and probably failed at containing her surprise. Somehow she thought Olivia would be taller maybe? But then again there was a bit of resemblance between her and Flynn, now that she took the time to focus. Though she had honey colored eyes and tanner skin, her pixie cut suited Olivias energy and warm smile, and she was considerably shorter than anyone in the room. She was dressed simply enough, wearing a green tank top and worn out jeans. Well then, Im guessing hes roped you into actually having something made for you? asked Olivia casually. Liv glanced at Marshall, who was smiling but only shrugged. Flynn has a habit of taking jobs like fittings and whatnot and using his charm to get the person to have something better made for them. So this doesnt really surprise me, added Olivia.

Liv looked at all the different kinds of fabric and cloth in the store. She wasnt much of a dress girl. Actually, she wasnt much of a clothes girl in the first place. I mean, she knew that maybe shed like a nice bright green dress, so at least in terms of color she wasnt very lost. But everything else was lost on her. I mean, how many times in her life did she have something sewn just for her? She gave a side-glance to Marshall, a little nervous. Marshall, so, what sort of fabric would you recommend? A somewhat critical eye seemed to scan Liv over, deciding what could and could not work for a girl whos tastes leaned on the simple and who didnt have a clue what to do or what to pick. Well, its probably a simple summer dress he has in mind for you, sort of like your moms dress. Those are best made simply and with easy to care for fabric, so that when you toss it in the wash theres not much youd need to do to make it wearable. And Im guessing youre not the type that owns a lot of clothes that need dry cleaning, right? Liv shook her head. So, after about fifteen minutes, Liv and Marshall finally picked out a nice light green solid fabric. She assumed it was probably cotton from the feel, but as long as it did the job she didnt quite care about the details. Once bought, they said their goodbyes to Olivia. Dont be a stranger Liv, you seem like youd be nice to talk with every now and then, said Olivia with a smile. Liv smiled back as she waved through the door, and climbed back into Marshalls car. All of this certainly was turning out to be more than Liv had originally bargained for, all because of her mothers dress. In the end, even though she simply needed the dress to be fitted to wear, instead she may or may not have reunited her mom with a long lost friend, was going to get a new dress, and met new people who could become her friends eventually. She

frowned for a moment. She certainly wanted to be Marshalls friend, but realized that she knew nothing about him. So, said Liv, clearing her throat, can you tell me a bit about yourself? Marshall glimpsed at Liv for a moment, a little surprised. Then he smiled. Sure.

8. Are you going to tell her? asked Flynn, now extremely agitated at the thought that this young girl, who was supposed to be just a customer, was actually his daughter. He wished hed been more prepared for this somehow. Marcela shrugged. I dont know. She was curious about whom her dad could be when she was little, but as she got older she stopped asking. I dont know if its something she wants to know. She looked out the window, the warm breeze stroking her face and reminding her of a summer just like this years ago. But well, its not like I dont want her to know. Youre still the same man I became best friends with. And if you want her to know and you want to spend time with her, as a father, then I cant take that away from you. I did it once. Dwelling on her words for a few minutes, Flynn couldnt really decide what he wanted. A host of old memories and feelings for Marcela were still bouncing around inside of him, and it made for a very conflicting time. Here was Marcela, his old best friend, turning on his head everything hed come to believe. And here also was Liv, his daughter. He had never wanted kids, but well too late for that. And Liv was Marcelas child. If itd been anyone else, he might not have cared half as much. Looking up, he caught a glimpse of Marcelas eyes. She still looked so beautiful to him, even after all this time. In fact, age had only made her even easier on the eyes somehow. Or maybe that was only this very long absence making his heart fonder than hed care to admit. But in this moment, he didnt care. None of anything mattered anymore to him. Marcela was here again, right in front of him, and maybe this was his chance to set things right and have his greatest friend back. Flynn- Whatever Marcela was going to say was drowned away as Flynn

pulled her close and engulfed her lips with his. This wasnt exactly what he had in mind to set things right, but hed acted on instinct. Maybe that wasnt such a bad sign. Their whole friendship and relationship had essentially been based on instinct. As he tasted her mouth once again, feeling almost like someone drinking water after crossing a desert, he liked how familiar this felt. This was still the same Marcela he had known all those years ago. This was a Marcela who had come to fruition, who had accomplished so much with nothing but the sweat off her back. As she finally seemed to give up her silent protest and began to kiss him back, Flynn knew that this was what he really wanted. It wasnt merely just to see her and have his friend back with him. He wanted her to stay this time, and maybe not quite entirely as a friend either. He knew things could not be the same as they were, when they spent carefree Sundays rolling time away, talking about everything and nothing. They had careers. They made a daughter awhile back. But Flynn knew she was still Marcela. And this comforted him and only gave him more reason to touch and hug and kiss this woman. Very little of him regretted this, and he was quite happy that she hadnt yet pushed him away. Truthfully, that was his fear: that she would push him away and give him some new excuse for them to not do this. But she had not left yet, and as they slowly broke apart, he was nearly convinced that she would never leave. Well, from his life at least. He wasnt sure of what was next now, but judging from the look in Marcelas eyes, he knew that she didnt either. Im sorry, whispered Flynn. That wasnt my original plan. Since when did you plan anything though? This was true enough. Look, I know we have a lot to muddle through now. I have quite a bit to

sort out. But Flynn looked away for a moment. The words hed dreamed of saying were right there, almost in script format and everything. But now that he could say them, it was like a cat really had gotten his tongue. His script was slowly dissolving in his head. Just dont go away again Marcela. Please. Marcela shook her head. In the end, maybe it was a mistake, doing what she did all those years ago. But shed been so convinced that it was the best thing. She had been sure that he didnt love her, that he would hate her for keeping the child, and resent both her and Liv. And she was wrong on all accounts. Suddenly, Marshall and Livs voices could be heard as the door opened. You like that show too? Its one of my favorites! exclaimed Liv. I know, its pretty crazy, said Marshall. Flynn had almost instantaneously returned to looking at his designs, sipping what was now very cold coffee. Marcela was fiddling with her phone while staring idly out the window every now and then. Though they both tried to maintain an air of cordial indifference, the heavy atmosphere didnt go unnoticed by Liv or Marshall as their conversation died away. Marshall cleared his throat. So, uh, Flynn, I got the fabric here to make Livs dress, said Marshall, leaving the fabric on a table. Flynns head snapped up, almost like being disturbed. Oh, thats good, thanks dude. He looked it over, admiring the color and the texture. This will make a nice dress for you Liv. Is another summer dress alright?

Yeah, its fine, responded Liv. She tried to meet Flynns eyes but failed. He was making a point to not look at her. Hed been pretty friendly until now though. Did he and her mother fight? They supposedly didnt know each other though, so what about? Great. Come by in two weeks time, itll be ready by then. Sure. Liv glanced at her mom. Lets go. Liv walked out the door, Marcela following in suit. Marshall waved them off, and turned to Flynn. He wasnt fooled. Something had happened, and hed make Flynn fess up later.

9. Flynn gave Marshall the day off. Now that Livs dress was ready, the moment of truth was about to come to a head. Well, asides give Liv the aforementioned garment Flynn didnt really know what he was going to do. Actually, rather than plan this moment out, hed done nothing but work the past couple of weeks. It was certainly not unusual for him to spend most nights awake, but this time he only slept when he collapsed out of sheer exhaustion. Perhaps not the healthiest coping mechanism, but Flynn didnt know what else to do. He wasnt ready to think. And yet now that time had flown by and now instead of mere fabric he had a ready-made dress, Flynn realized that maybe he really shouldve thought about this every now and then at least. But, the day was here now and he had no choice. Maybe this wouldnt be so bad. At worst, perhaps Liv would simply smile and nod and thank him and then avoid him for the rest of his life. That might not be too great though, considering the fact that he and Marcela had already spent a bit of time secretly catching up. No, Flynn wanted Liv to acknowledge him. It was way too late to play the role of father, but he wanted to be there for her now no matter what. As if on cue, a knock came at the door. Trying his best to look casual and no-I-dont-have-a-big-secret-Im-hiding, Flynn sat down on a stool and drank down his black coffee while reading a book. He figured this was how normal people acted in the mornings, drinking coffee and maybe reading something to pass time, right? Doors open! he yelled. Liv graciously let herself in, smiling. Despite the dress Marcela gave her, she appeared to be a casual dresser most times, simply donning jeans and dark colored shirts with a pair of Chucks. Hello Flynn, arriving on time like you asked, she said with a half-smile,

shrugging and putting her bag on a table. Her manner of dressing and her overall demeanor were very similar to the younger Marcela Flynn had in his memory. Combined with their appearances, Liv was very much Marcelas daughter. That made him more nervous. What could he possibly share with her? Hed never known her, they didnt look alike, save for the eye and skin color, and they probably didnt share any interests at all. It frustrated Flynn to know how little he knew about his only kin. He only felt more discouraged at realizing that they probably had little in common. It was probably normal, but it felt harder for him to find some stable ground on which to fight on. Oh, is that Count of Monte Cristo? Liv asked. Flynn looked at the book, not even realizing which one hed picked off his shelf earlier that morning. Yeah, its an old copy of mine, answered Flynn, a bit surprised. Sweet, I love that book! What else do you read? And suddenly Flynn and Liv found themselves talking about all sorts of books. It turned out they shared many favorites asides Monte Cristo. They both liked Tolkien very much, along with authors like Stephen King and Neil Gaiman, though in this respect Liv very much preferred Gaiman while Flynn was much more partial to King. It turned out that Liv spent quite a bit of time alone with her mother first studying and then working, so she immersed herself in reading. His nerves had flown out a window. Flynn then realized that there was finally at least one common thread between the two of them. Perhaps it was a silly thread, just a shared passion for books and reading, but now he felt more comfortable. He felt he could relate to this person, to this girl that had grown up apart from him. And that gave him a little hope.

Liv looked at her phone for a moment before storing it back into her pocket. She noticed that Flynn became much more at ease than he was a few minutes ago. Though, really, hed been somewhat different ever since she came to pick up her dress from fitting. Was it something about her face maybe? She wasnt sure, but at least now this was a Flynn she liked talking to. Of course, what should it matter? He was only making her a dress. But then again, he felt important to her. And the answer was slowly clicking in her head. So, let me get you your dress, said Flynn as he stood up to pull off her green dress off a mannequin. This dress was certainly more her style than her mothers dress, though both were very beautiful in their own way. Livs dress, though, was less form fitting, more casual, and with cute details accenting the skirt. The straps were thick, and there was a bow tied in the back. It was something she could easily wear with one of her boots maybe. And she liked that. And just then, the answer fell definitively into place. Now Liv knew. And she couldnt explain how, because certainly neither Flynn nor Marcela had said anything. But she just seemed to understand, all on her own. It made sense, in her head. So, Liv, I should probably tell you, Flynn began to say, but Liv stood up and walked towards Flynn cautiously. She took the dress from him, and looked at it closely. This was something not made purely with skill and devotion. It was made with passion, just like Marcelas dress. Something as beautiful as both these things could not have been made solely because they were jobs. After a bit, Liv met Flynns eyes and smiled. Thanks Dad. Putting the dress aside, she hugged him quickly. Flynn was

almost in shock. How did she know? Did Marcela tell her after all? Well, he supposed it mattered very little now how she knew. But what mattered to him was the fact that Liv seemed to understand without a need for an explanation, and for that he was very grateful. So maybe things wouldnt be so difficult after all. And maybe Liv will be fine with him and Marcela having a relationship again. Want to get a drink? Flynn asked. He may as well start spending time with her. Liv nodded, grabbing her back and heading out the door happily. Something new was afoot for both of them. And both were excited for what could be next.