The Waiting Game

THE WAITING GAME - 4

MAY 2017

STOCKHOLM, SWEDEN

The sun shined brightly; its light seeped into Ariana's room through the glass window that she forgot to cover with curtains last night. As the rays reached the face of the peacefully sleeping lady, her face scrunched. She covered her face and rolled over, she's now awake and ready to face a brand-new day.

Last night was indeed a roller coaster for Ariana. It was filled with a lot of hoping, thinking, crying, and excitement for what's in store for today. Last night was also her first attempt to find Miguel after her pep talk with Victoria. She asked for the guest list of the hotel which was denied by the manager saying, 'we do not disclose the information of our guests, miss Grande. We highly value and respect each and everyone's privacy.'

Ariana reluctantly left the reception desk after that, storming back to her room. She knew she's in the wrong, but she can't help but sulk because she's used to getting everything she wanted... well, for one... because she's Ariana Grande.

She started getting ready for today while thinking of a plan b. She decided to order food since she's not in the mood to cook. While waiting for her order to arrive, she went inside the tub she prepared. "Ridin' round in my Cadillac, thinking 'bout the day that I first saw you..." She sang while rubbing soap in her soft skin.

"Nothing compares to what we had..." She continued, closing her eyes, and enjoying the flowing water in the tub. "I want you, babe... I really still want you, babe..." A smile crept up her lips.

She shook her head and continued bathing herself while humming the tune of the song, singing the lyrics every now and then. She dried her body with a towel before putting on a robe. She faced the mirror, checking herself out. She applied a light make up on her face. "We should've been forever... but we fell apart..."

"Oh, God. No." She shook her head then continued applying lipstick.

She dressed up in her casual clothes afterwards. Oversized hoodie, shorts, and sneakers... "Might have separated, but you took my heart." She looked at herself in the mirror again, checking herself in different angles. "Always knew I wasn't really over us... Yeah, I'm clearly not." She chuckled. She picked her phone up then left the bedroom, and as if on cue, someone knocked on the door. Must be the room service...

Ariana said a quick 'come in', loud enough for the person on the other side of the door to hear.

She walked towards the kitchen area to get a glass of water as the room service personnel walked in with the trolley containing the foods Ariana ordered. "Good morning, ma'am. Here's the macrobiotic Japanese diet you ordered." He politely said before removing the plate cover of every dish one by one and telling the names of each dish. But Ariana couldn't hear whatever he's saying once she figured who just entered her suite.

Her eyes were glued to him, watching him elegantly present the dishes to her. "And if you need anything else, you can always dial the reception... Thank you. Hope you enjoy your stay here and have a great day ahead." Miguel professionally said at the superstar staring at him from the kitchen.

When Ariana did not mutter a single word after a few seconds, he turned around, ready to leave the suite, but that move alarmed Ariana. "Wait!" She shouted at Miguel who was already at the doorway, and as if she was suddenly blessed with a lightning speed, she reached Miguel in an instant, gripping at his right arm tightly. "Don't leave..."

Miguel gave a soft smile to Ariana then looked at his right arm being held by her. The right sleeve of his uniform is now wrinkled. "Do you need anything else, ma'am?"