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the pact came to me, it was identical to the way sculptures used to come.”
“What?” Diana asked. This was not what she expected to hear.
Cale couldn't contain his grin. “It's been so many years since an idea like this came to me. It... feels good. I have a feeling something good is gonna come out of this pact, darlin'.”
As heartless as you think Diana may be, she couldn't tell Cale she wanted to cancel the pact. Ignoring the blood, bruises, and crooked nose, he looked alive. She grabbed his hand and warmly said, “You need to go see a doctor about your nose.”
“After we go back to bed?”
“No, you need to go now. I have work to finish.”
“Alright, if you insist.” Cale replied. He wasn't offended by Diana's brazenness. It was who she was, and he liked her for it. Before he left to get dressed, he asked, “Do you wanna go out sometime this week?”
Speaking toward the stack of papers on her desk, Diana said, “No, I'll be busy all week.”
“What about the results?”
Deep breath. “Give me two weeks, and I'll let you know. Now seriously, Cale. I need to finish this.”
Cale leaned in for a kiss, and was promptly rejected. Disappointed, he said, “So you don't want to see me even once until then?”
“No, I do not. We need to be rational about this. What if I'm not pregnant, and we get attached over the next couple of weeks? Do you want to say goodbye forever if we start dating again? It's better this way, trust me.”
Cale smiled and nodded. Diana could be as rational as she wanted, but he knew the truth. This was fate. In two weeks, Diana would see it was as well.

A TEST OF FAITH
The following Friday, Cale walked into a mostly empty bar on account for it being only noon. With the lack of people, females especially, in the bar at that moment, he had no problem spotting the person he was there to meet. At a table in the dimly lit corner was the blond who was the catalyst for the fight that resulted in his bandaged nose. She no longer looked distraught, but carefree. This wasn't a good thing, however. She had the look of carefree ignorance - like how a sorority girl might welcome a drink in a red cup offered by a stranger at a party.
“Cale Dawkins,” She said, standing up to hug him like they were lifelong friends.
“Hey there, beautiful,” Cale replied masking his inability to remember her name.
He didn't even know why he agreed to meet her, let alone in a bar at noon on a Friday. She kept calling, and he kept ignoring. That is, he ignored her up until the previous night, and yes, copious amounts of alcohol factored in his decision to answer the call.
It was that same alcohol that gave him one hell of a hangover, and made him regret agreeing to meet at a bar. The blond insisted on meeting him there for a true drink. It was sign #1 that Cale was headed for disaster.
The blond took a swig from her bottle of Bud Light and airily said, “Like, I have to come clean about something. After you left the bar last week, I heard some of the bartenders talk about you, and like, your art. So I Googled you and, like, I can't believe someone so famous hit on me.”
Though he rarely got the 'famous celebrity' title from people, hearing her talk about his former prestige made him desperately want to change the subject to anything else. In desperation, he turned to his primary method for distracting girls - heralded praise. “How could I not hit on you? Look at you, you're like something out of a Landseer painting.”
He knew she would never understand what he meant. Landseer only painted farm animals.
“Oh, thank you!”
Playing dumb, Cale said, “I'm just sorry I mistook your engagement ring for fashion.”
“Speaking of that, did you notice something different about me when you walked in?” The blond girl asked and held up her diamondless left hand.
In truth, he had noticed, but altogether didn't care. Faking surprise, he exclaimed, “Well look at that! So you ended things with him?”
While he was