Boy Meets Girl, Girl Meets Boy: A Love Story (Chapter 14)
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Chapter Fourteen
I gripped the steering wheel, my fingers digging into the soft leather. I didn't want to get out of the car but the valet attendant already opened the door for me. What the hell am I doing here??
There was no choice but to get out. I gave him my keys as I got out, with my purse in hand. I just stood in front of the restaurant, trying to make my legs move. I suddenly wished the ground would open up and swallow me cos I felt like throwing up right about now. I guess I really was in over my head. I was thinking that the whole time as I stood there, staring at the entrance. The restaurant was a two-storey building, with white French windows and Rose bushes decorating the front. The glass doors were lined with gold handles, which people revolved in and out of.
I didn't know why but my feet started moving forward and next thing I know, I'm opening the door. I step down into the hallway, gasping quietly as the light gold colored walls blinded my eyes.
"Bonjour!' A fake accented voice said to me. I look up to find a slightly old looking man with a neatly trimmed beard looking at me. He was standing behind a podium with a plaque that said "Maître d'hôtel" and kept fixing his suit. "Table for two? Do you have a reservation?"
"Ah, hello." I bit my lower lip. "I...I - I'm suppose to be meeting someone here tonight..."
"Name?"
"My name? Oh, I'm Miss Furimo - "
"Furimoto-san!" His voice got all enthusiastic suddenly and clapped his hands. "Ah, yes. We've been expecting you. This way please." A young woman came out from behind him and led me down into the dining room.
As we entered, I noticed all the people inside. Most of them were wearing expensive suits (for the men) or evening dresses (for the ladies). I walked back slowly, feeling like a wallflower. I glanced down at my dress, a simple spaghetti-strapped, white, A-line, tea-length one paired with a dark beige, lace mini bolero jacket, and felt out of place. Compared to their Armani’s and Prada’s, I stuck out like a sore thumb.
"This way please." The woman led me out of the dining room and into another hallway. Down at the end was a door, which we entered. Once we went in, she led me down again into a hallway. I felt like I was walking around a castle, for there was no end to the hallways I kept passing.
We stopped in front of a wall. She pressed her hand against it and pushed it sideways. "Douzo." She stepped back and let me enter.
I stepped in and took off my shoes, placing them in one corner. As I turned around, the lights dimmed a bit, letting me see the room. The woman followed me in and opened the windows. She pointed with her hands at the center of the room. "Please sit. I'll be back with some refreshments."
I sat down after she left, my head turning in all directions around the room. "Wow~" I breathed. The room was similar to a traditional Japanese tea room. The walls were decorated with bamboo paintings amidst light gold specks. There was a low, wide table at the center of the room, with two mats on each side, across from each other. There was a small brown vase on the middle of the table, its insides filled with bamboo leaves. The leaves swayed as the wind passed by, which made me notice the large, opened windows. The large windows gave me a beautiful view of the garden, which were filled with scented flowers, tall bamboos and sprawling bushes.
I sighed. Such a wonderful view.
Will tonight be the same?
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I gulped down the glass of water, almost banging the glass down after. After the waitress served me my...sixth? glass, I was getting bored. I checked my cell phone to find that I had been waiting for thirty minutes already.
I sighed and stood up, grabbing my purse and slipping my shoes on. I slide the door back, stepping into the hallway and turning left. Drinking may have eased my nervousness but it pained my bladder. I turned another corner down the end to the right before ending up at the ladies' room. Halfway through, I passed by the dining room entrance. All sorts of thoughts were running through my head. Mostly, I was feeling annoyed for (possibly) being stood up. Maybe Emiko was setting me up or playing a trick on me. Maybe the guy wasn't really planning to show up. There was a lot of maybe and what-ifs, making me even more worried.
As I neared the dining room entrance, a waiter came out, followed by a young guy with an over styled, over gelled hairdo. I stopped in shock, quickly turning around and pretending to get something from my purse. When they disappeared, I sighed with relief. Oh no! What if that's my date?
I stood near the entrance, my head peeking slightly to see if my date was already there. I noticed a short man, his thin hair sticking up and his face dripping with sweat, following a waitress. I shuddered. I felt my legs shaking and almost giving way just from the thought.
And then, suddenly, there he was. The room became quiet as a thin, wiry guy, about my height, came in, looking like he just stepped out of a Calvin Klein photo shoot. I don't know what it was about him but the room became quiet when he came in. He was wearing a white polo shirt, denim jeans and a black blazer, which fitted him really well - not too loose but not too tight either. His hair was styled in a certain way, parted slightly to the left and a bit messy but still organized. And the way he walked was like...there was a cool air of confidence mixed with nonchalance, like he was used to the attention of being stared at but actually didn't care or isn't bothered by it, as if walking while the air blew his blazer back was the most normal thing in the world. Except it wasn't.
I was a bit surprised. I couldn't see his eyes because he was wearing shades but my heart suddenly hoped that he was my date. I mean, five minutes ago, I was feeling really bad about the possibility that I might've been stood up, when, five minutes later, I didn't expect a hot guy (and a hottie to boot!) to come in and possibly be my date! Really, what are the chances?
I turn back and quickly run down the hallway again, running back into the restroom. As I closed the door, I took several deep breaths while leaning against the sink. I didn't know what to do anymore. I know he might come and I know its also rude if I just stood him up. It wouldn't look good on Emiko and especially on me.
I sighed and decided to just suck it up and deal. If tonight is a bust, at least I can have something I want...
I went back into the tea room, slipping off my shoes in the corner. I sat down and waited for my date to arrive.
The door opened, and sounds of rustling filled the room. I held my head low and avoided looking for fear of what I might find.
The guy stood in front of the table, across from me. He knelt down, his arm reaching out towards me. Cold fingertips touched my chin, which made blood rush to my face. The fingers moved and slowly tilted my chin up, forcing my head to look at the person sitting in front of me.
I gasped in shock, my eyes growing wide. The guy was sitting right across me, holding out a bouquet of flowers and beaming down at me.
"Hi!" He flashes me a charming smile, then hands me the bouquet.
I was speechless, too lost for words. He, of course, wasn't because his lips were moving. Then he spoke.
"Doumo. Ninomiya Kazunari desu."
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"What are YOU doing here??" I stand up immediately . "YOU'RE my blind date???"
Oh dear God. Standing right in front of me was the cute/hot guy who came into the restaurant a couple of minutes ago. I curse and scold myself inwardly for being so stupid.
OHMYGOD!!! WHAT WAS I THINKING??? I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT THE HOT GUY I SAW EARLIER WAS NINO!!! EEEWWWW!!! I THOUGHT HE WAS HOT??? WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME????
Maybe I should go and hide. Yeah, that's right. Go and hide. This is so embarrassing, I NEVER want to show my face again - ever!!
So I stand up immediately, right? But halfway through, his hand is on my arm and he reaches out, trying to stop me. "Wait!" He says. "Don't go!! Ju - just wa - wait , please!"
I stop and sit back down, raising my eyebrows at him. I'm a bit bothered by the expression on his face. "Why?"
He takes a deep breath and the words "I need your help." tumble out of his mouth.
"Ehh?? Come again??"
"You're deaf too?? You really should be put in an institution..." He rolled his eyes at me.
There was a moment of silence before I clapped my hands and started laughing. "Good joke!! I can't believe I almost fell for that!! Hahahaha!!"
"Eh?"
I pretend to wipe my eyes. "Ah...you're really funny, you know that? Your parents must be proud!"
His eyebrows furrowed as he glared at me. "I'm serious. I really do need your help." He sighed again.
That's the second time he sighed. I've never seen him like this, more than worried about something. Like he probably scratched his best friend's car or something but he doesn't know how to tell the friend.
I hesitate but...I put my hand over his arm, which was spread over the table. "What's wrong? Are...are you okay?"
He turned his head and looked at me straight in the eye. "I will be, if you help me."
"Okay, sure. What's the problem?" I said softly, leaning closer.
"Um..." He pursed his lips together and looked to his left before looking at me again. "I want you...I want you to...Can you...um...argh!!! Damn it!! I can't even say it out loud!!! Argh!!" He slapped the temples of his forehead with the palm of his hands, closing his eyes while frowning at the same time. He threw his head back and groaned.
"Okay, okay! Calm down." I reach out and carefully pull his hands away from his head, taking it into mine. "I'm sure whatever it is, you can tell me. Maybe I can help you."
He looked up at me, his eyes sad and somber. "I have a problem."
"Okay. I kind of gathered that. How can I help?"
He drew out a long-winded sigh. Then he said...
"I want you to pretend to be my girlfriend."
(Then the room became super, super quiet...)
Uh....
Say what??????
I dropped his hands instantly. "What??" I yelled. At this point, I think I kind of lost it because I felt all kinds of emotions. Emotions like Concern: "Are you okay??" I say as I reach out and put my hand over his forehead; Sarcasm: "Well, you're not sick. But there is something wrong with you."; Anger: "Idiot!! Joking about things like that!! That's not funny!!"; and of course, my favorite, Disbelief: "You're kidding, right?? Is this some trick to make me look stupid?? Why would you want me to - Why??" My eyes grew large as I shot him death glares.
He winced. "Look, just hear me out. Here's the thing - my mom found out that Ohno was seeing Emiko and - and we had a fight and she - I - we - you..." His hands kept moving in circles that I got a bit dizzy.
I quickly grabbed his hands, which forced him to look at me. "Stop that! Can you explain it to me again? And this time, from start to finish?"
He blinked at me. Then he took a deep breath. "Here's my problem: My mom somehow found out about Ohno dating Emiko. Then, she confronted me about it last week. She was mad that how come Ohno has someone and that I don't have anyone? I told her I don't have time for such things. Then she went all crying, lashing out at me, saying that I was gay, that I didn't tell her sooner and that it's all her fault that I was gay." He took a deep breath and sighed. "Then she started sobbing and moaning, complaining that she might never have grandchildren again, etc. It annoyed me so much that I suddenly blurted out to her that I did have a girlfriend and that I wasn't gay. She was like 'No, you don't!' and I told her I did have one and she asked me who and..." He became silent.
"And?" I prompted.
He squeezed his eyes tightly. "Itoldheritwasyou."
"Huh? I didn't understand any of that..."
"I...told her it was...you..." He whispered quietly. "I told her you're my girlfriend..."
"What??" I glared at him. "But...why?? Why would you tell her that? Why would you tell her I'm you're girlfriend when I'm not?"
"Ah. That." He ran a hand through his hair. "because...because it was an accident!! She caught me off-guard!! She thinks I'm gay!! Imagine, my own mother thinking I'm gay when I'm actually not!!!" He placed a hand over his chest, wiped his eyes and sniffled.
I started laughing in his face. "Well...I think you're mom's right. I could totally understand why she'd confront you..."
"Gee, thanks a lot." He frowned and turned his back on me.
"No problem!" I gave him a thumbs up.
He turned back to me again. "Please. You have to help me. Just pretend to be my girlfriend. She'll never know the difference!!" He reached out and closed his hands around mine.
"Why? Don't you have a girlfriend? I would think that, a famous and good looking guy like you would have someone special in his life." What I was really thinking was, why me?? Girls all over the country throw themselves at him. He could have or get any girl he wants and yet, he doesn't have anyone? That seems a bit weird to me.
He chewed his lips. "Well...there is someone...but..." He waved a hand. "No, no. Never mind that. Anyway, will you help me?"
Again - "Why?? Why should I help you?? Why me??" There were too many 'why' questions running around in my head. "Why didn't you ask Emiko instead? I thought you liked her..."
"Does it really matter?" He winced as I gave his hand a pinch. "Okay, okay. You have to help me because it was your name I blurted out. My mom thinks you're my girlfriend. Besides, you seem like the type of girl my mom would approve of and...there's no one else who can help me but you. And about Emiko - I don't like her at all! She's not my type! Ohno's the one who likes her, not me. I just helped him write the letters." He wrinkled his nose at me. "Why do you keep bringing that up? Why do you care so much about it anyway??"
I slapped my head. Great. "And? Anything else? Any other reason why I should help you out?" When he didn't answer, I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Well, this was a waste." I stand up, grabbing my purse. I waited for him to say something but when he didn't, I gave up.
I turn around and start walking. There wasn't any point in staying here, even if the food was free. Seeing more and more of this guy was becoming some sort of a habit for me. Sadly, an unfortunate one.
"Goodbye." I manage to say as I continue walking.
He clears his throat. Then a sound comes out of his mouth, cold and quiet.
"If you don't, I'll tell your family and everyone else that you got drunk last week."
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Chapter Fourteen
I gripped the steering wheel, my fingers digging into the soft leather. I didn't want to get out of the car but the valet attendant already opened the door for me. What the hell am I doing here??
There was no choice but to get out. I gave him my keys as I got out, with my purse in hand. I just stood in front of the restaurant, trying to make my legs move. I suddenly wished the ground would open up and swallow me cos I felt like throwing up right about now. I guess I really was in over my head. I was thinking that the whole time as I stood there, staring at the entrance. The restaurant was a two-storey building, with white French windows and Rose bushes decorating the front. The glass doors were lined with gold handles, which people revolved in and out of.
I didn't know why but my feet started moving forward and next thing I know, I'm opening the door. I step down into the hallway, gasping quietly as the light gold colored walls blinded my eyes.
"Bonjour!' A fake accented voice said to me. I look up to find a slightly old looking man with a neatly trimmed beard looking at me. He was standing behind a podium with a plaque that said "Maître d'hôtel" and kept fixing his suit. "Table for two? Do you have a reservation?"
"Ah, hello." I bit my lower lip. "I...I - I'm suppose to be meeting someone here tonight..."
"Name?"
"My name? Oh, I'm Miss Furimo - "
"Furimoto-san!" His voice got all enthusiastic suddenly and clapped his hands. "Ah, yes. We've been expecting you. This way please." A young woman came out from behind him and led me down into the dining room.
As we entered, I noticed all the people inside. Most of them were wearing expensive suits (for the men) or evening dresses (for the ladies). I walked back slowly, feeling like a wallflower. I glanced down at my dress, a simple spaghetti-strapped, white, A-line, tea-length one paired with a dark beige, lace mini bolero jacket, and felt out of place. Compared to their Armani’s and Prada’s, I stuck out like a sore thumb.
"This way please." The woman led me out of the dining room and into another hallway. Down at the end was a door, which we entered. Once we went in, she led me down again into a hallway. I felt like I was walking around a castle, for there was no end to the hallways I kept passing.
We stopped in front of a wall. She pressed her hand against it and pushed it sideways. "Douzo." She stepped back and let me enter.
I stepped in and took off my shoes, placing them in one corner. As I turned around, the lights dimmed a bit, letting me see the room. The woman followed me in and opened the windows. She pointed with her hands at the center of the room. "Please sit. I'll be back with some refreshments."
I sat down after she left, my head turning in all directions around the room. "Wow~" I breathed. The room was similar to a traditional Japanese tea room. The walls were decorated with bamboo paintings amidst light gold specks. There was a low, wide table at the center of the room, with two mats on each side, across from each other. There was a small brown vase on the middle of the table, its insides filled with bamboo leaves. The leaves swayed as the wind passed by, which made me notice the large, opened windows. The large windows gave me a beautiful view of the garden, which were filled with scented flowers, tall bamboos and sprawling bushes.
I sighed. Such a wonderful view.
Will tonight be the same?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I gulped down the glass of water, almost banging the glass down after. After the waitress served me my...sixth? glass, I was getting bored. I checked my cell phone to find that I had been waiting for thirty minutes already.
I sighed and stood up, grabbing my purse and slipping my shoes on. I slide the door back, stepping into the hallway and turning left. Drinking may have eased my nervousness but it pained my bladder. I turned another corner down the end to the right before ending up at the ladies' room. Halfway through, I passed by the dining room entrance. All sorts of thoughts were running through my head. Mostly, I was feeling annoyed for (possibly) being stood up. Maybe Emiko was setting me up or playing a trick on me. Maybe the guy wasn't really planning to show up. There was a lot of maybe and what-ifs, making me even more worried.
As I neared the dining room entrance, a waiter came out, followed by a young guy with an over styled, over gelled hairdo. I stopped in shock, quickly turning around and pretending to get something from my purse. When they disappeared, I sighed with relief. Oh no! What if that's my date?
I stood near the entrance, my head peeking slightly to see if my date was already there. I noticed a short man, his thin hair sticking up and his face dripping with sweat, following a waitress. I shuddered. I felt my legs shaking and almost giving way just from the thought.
And then, suddenly, there he was. The room became quiet as a thin, wiry guy, about my height, came in, looking like he just stepped out of a Calvin Klein photo shoot. I don't know what it was about him but the room became quiet when he came in. He was wearing a white polo shirt, denim jeans and a black blazer, which fitted him really well - not too loose but not too tight either. His hair was styled in a certain way, parted slightly to the left and a bit messy but still organized. And the way he walked was like...there was a cool air of confidence mixed with nonchalance, like he was used to the attention of being stared at but actually didn't care or isn't bothered by it, as if walking while the air blew his blazer back was the most normal thing in the world. Except it wasn't.
I was a bit surprised. I couldn't see his eyes because he was wearing shades but my heart suddenly hoped that he was my date. I mean, five minutes ago, I was feeling really bad about the possibility that I might've been stood up, when, five minutes later, I didn't expect a hot guy (and a hottie to boot!) to come in and possibly be my date! Really, what are the chances?
I turn back and quickly run down the hallway again, running back into the restroom. As I closed the door, I took several deep breaths while leaning against the sink. I didn't know what to do anymore. I know he might come and I know its also rude if I just stood him up. It wouldn't look good on Emiko and especially on me.
I sighed and decided to just suck it up and deal. If tonight is a bust, at least I can have something I want...
I went back into the tea room, slipping off my shoes in the corner. I sat down and waited for my date to arrive.
The door opened, and sounds of rustling filled the room. I held my head low and avoided looking for fear of what I might find.
The guy stood in front of the table, across from me. He knelt down, his arm reaching out towards me. Cold fingertips touched my chin, which made blood rush to my face. The fingers moved and slowly tilted my chin up, forcing my head to look at the person sitting in front of me.
I gasped in shock, my eyes growing wide. The guy was sitting right across me, holding out a bouquet of flowers and beaming down at me.
"Hi!" He flashes me a charming smile, then hands me the bouquet.
I was speechless, too lost for words. He, of course, wasn't because his lips were moving. Then he spoke.
"Doumo. Ninomiya Kazunari desu."
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"What are YOU doing here??" I stand up immediately . "YOU'RE my blind date???"
Oh dear God. Standing right in front of me was the cute/hot guy who came into the restaurant a couple of minutes ago. I curse and scold myself inwardly for being so stupid.
OHMYGOD!!! WHAT WAS I THINKING??? I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT THE HOT GUY I SAW EARLIER WAS NINO!!! EEEWWWW!!! I THOUGHT HE WAS HOT??? WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME????
Maybe I should go and hide. Yeah, that's right. Go and hide. This is so embarrassing, I NEVER want to show my face again - ever!!
So I stand up immediately, right? But halfway through, his hand is on my arm and he reaches out, trying to stop me. "Wait!" He says. "Don't go!! Ju - just wa - wait , please!"
I stop and sit back down, raising my eyebrows at him. I'm a bit bothered by the expression on his face. "Why?"
He takes a deep breath and the words "I need your help." tumble out of his mouth.
"Ehh?? Come again??"
"You're deaf too?? You really should be put in an institution..." He rolled his eyes at me.
There was a moment of silence before I clapped my hands and started laughing. "Good joke!! I can't believe I almost fell for that!! Hahahaha!!"
"Eh?"
I pretend to wipe my eyes. "Ah...you're really funny, you know that? Your parents must be proud!"
His eyebrows furrowed as he glared at me. "I'm serious. I really do need your help." He sighed again.
That's the second time he sighed. I've never seen him like this, more than worried about something. Like he probably scratched his best friend's car or something but he doesn't know how to tell the friend.
I hesitate but...I put my hand over his arm, which was spread over the table. "What's wrong? Are...are you okay?"
He turned his head and looked at me straight in the eye. "I will be, if you help me."
"Okay, sure. What's the problem?" I said softly, leaning closer.
"Um..." He pursed his lips together and looked to his left before looking at me again. "I want you...I want you to...Can you...um...argh!!! Damn it!! I can't even say it out loud!!! Argh!!" He slapped the temples of his forehead with the palm of his hands, closing his eyes while frowning at the same time. He threw his head back and groaned.
"Okay, okay! Calm down." I reach out and carefully pull his hands away from his head, taking it into mine. "I'm sure whatever it is, you can tell me. Maybe I can help you."
He looked up at me, his eyes sad and somber. "I have a problem."
"Okay. I kind of gathered that. How can I help?"
He drew out a long-winded sigh. Then he said...
"I want you to pretend to be my girlfriend."
(Then the room became super, super quiet...)
Uh....
Say what??????
I dropped his hands instantly. "What??" I yelled. At this point, I think I kind of lost it because I felt all kinds of emotions. Emotions like Concern: "Are you okay??" I say as I reach out and put my hand over his forehead; Sarcasm: "Well, you're not sick. But there is something wrong with you."; Anger: "Idiot!! Joking about things like that!! That's not funny!!"; and of course, my favorite, Disbelief: "You're kidding, right?? Is this some trick to make me look stupid?? Why would you want me to - Why??" My eyes grew large as I shot him death glares.
He winced. "Look, just hear me out. Here's the thing - my mom found out that Ohno was seeing Emiko and - and we had a fight and she - I - we - you..." His hands kept moving in circles that I got a bit dizzy.
I quickly grabbed his hands, which forced him to look at me. "Stop that! Can you explain it to me again? And this time, from start to finish?"
He blinked at me. Then he took a deep breath. "Here's my problem: My mom somehow found out about Ohno dating Emiko. Then, she confronted me about it last week. She was mad that how come Ohno has someone and that I don't have anyone? I told her I don't have time for such things. Then she went all crying, lashing out at me, saying that I was gay, that I didn't tell her sooner and that it's all her fault that I was gay." He took a deep breath and sighed. "Then she started sobbing and moaning, complaining that she might never have grandchildren again, etc. It annoyed me so much that I suddenly blurted out to her that I did have a girlfriend and that I wasn't gay. She was like 'No, you don't!' and I told her I did have one and she asked me who and..." He became silent.
"And?" I prompted.
He squeezed his eyes tightly. "Itoldheritwasyou."
"Huh? I didn't understand any of that..."
"I...told her it was...you..." He whispered quietly. "I told her you're my girlfriend..."
"What??" I glared at him. "But...why?? Why would you tell her that? Why would you tell her I'm you're girlfriend when I'm not?"
"Ah. That." He ran a hand through his hair. "because...because it was an accident!! She caught me off-guard!! She thinks I'm gay!! Imagine, my own mother thinking I'm gay when I'm actually not!!!" He placed a hand over his chest, wiped his eyes and sniffled.
I started laughing in his face. "Well...I think you're mom's right. I could totally understand why she'd confront you..."
"Gee, thanks a lot." He frowned and turned his back on me.
"No problem!" I gave him a thumbs up.
He turned back to me again. "Please. You have to help me. Just pretend to be my girlfriend. She'll never know the difference!!" He reached out and closed his hands around mine.
"Why? Don't you have a girlfriend? I would think that, a famous and good looking guy like you would have someone special in his life." What I was really thinking was, why me?? Girls all over the country throw themselves at him. He could have or get any girl he wants and yet, he doesn't have anyone? That seems a bit weird to me.
He chewed his lips. "Well...there is someone...but..." He waved a hand. "No, no. Never mind that. Anyway, will you help me?"
Again - "Why?? Why should I help you?? Why me??" There were too many 'why' questions running around in my head. "Why didn't you ask Emiko instead? I thought you liked her..."
"Does it really matter?" He winced as I gave his hand a pinch. "Okay, okay. You have to help me because it was your name I blurted out. My mom thinks you're my girlfriend. Besides, you seem like the type of girl my mom would approve of and...there's no one else who can help me but you. And about Emiko - I don't like her at all! She's not my type! Ohno's the one who likes her, not me. I just helped him write the letters." He wrinkled his nose at me. "Why do you keep bringing that up? Why do you care so much about it anyway??"
I slapped my head. Great. "And? Anything else? Any other reason why I should help you out?" When he didn't answer, I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Well, this was a waste." I stand up, grabbing my purse. I waited for him to say something but when he didn't, I gave up.
I turn around and start walking. There wasn't any point in staying here, even if the food was free. Seeing more and more of this guy was becoming some sort of a habit for me. Sadly, an unfortunate one.
"Goodbye." I manage to say as I continue walking.
He clears his throat. Then a sound comes out of his mouth, cold and quiet.
"If you don't, I'll tell your family and everyone else that you got drunk last week."
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