Inktober 10th Crying

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They had made it to the club about half an hour later. After introducing Gabriel to all her friends, they got seated at a low table on tiny little sofas, fit for exactly two persons.

So they squeezed themselves into one of them and tried to listen to the ongoing conversation.

That was, when another person appeared in front of the little group, making Nathalie gasp and groan.

"Oh no! Why does 'he' have to show up her?"

Gabriel noticed with concern, how his assistant started to trembler beside him and calmingly laid an arm around her.

"Who's that, Nathalie?", he asked her quietly.

"Somebody, I'd rather not had met ever again, my Ex! The guy who just played with me, pretended to love me, until he eventually got me to sleep with him and then dumped me, to tell all his friends, that he had 'done' another virgin!", she told him with her voice filled with hate and disgust. Her eyes had filled with tears, she was desperately trying to hide from the man standing in front of the group now.

So he did the only thing, that came to his mind. He cupped her cheek, to make her look towards him and started to kiss her very tenderly, while his thumbs gently wiped the tears away, which had, despite her efforts, escaped her eyes and were slowly running down her face.

"Thanks", she whispered, when he pulled back and looked at her with a loving smile.

"Wanna let him see, what he's been giving up on?", Gabriel then asked with a mischievous smirk.

She hesitated, but the designer had already gotten to his feet and was holding out his hand.

"May I ask for this dance, my dear?", he asked courteously.

"With pleasure", Nathalie replied with a wide smile and took his hand to follow him to the dancefloor.

Gabriel could tell, that it was a fake smile, but he still pulled her further, to then hold her very close to him and started to move to the music.

"I hate dancing in public, Gabriel", she hissed into his ear.

"Yeah, me too, but anything, to make you happy again, my dear!"

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