yours and mine - mason mount

eight

Mason's POV:
I'm in a rage, I saw red when he pushed her to the ground, hurting her. The pain is still there, I can tell by the way she scrunches her face when moving her arms in a certain way. She excused herself to go to the bathroom and wash her hands. In the meantime, I ordered us drinks.

Looking to my right I saw Ella walking, couldn't help but notice the way her hips sway side to side when she walked. This is not the time Mason, control yourself...

When she sits down, she smiles and takes her coat off. I want to see what he did but her long sleeve blocks me from that. The waiter approached our table with our drinks. Ella took a sip before staring straight at me.

There she goes again, making me feel things I would've never thought. My mind goes back to what I walked into earlier, who even does that? Why get so drunk to hurt innocent women like her? I felt scared, mad, and even pained at the sight. She didn't deserve that.

Ella is quick to notice how my face dropped, "what's wrong? What are you thinking about?" she grabs my hand and draws slow circles around my knuckles.

"I almost lost you again... He didn't need to do that, it bothers me to see you in pain anytime you move. I wish I could've come sooner" I admit, her eyes gloss before pushing her tears back.

"Don't bring yourself down on it. You got there just in time, it's not your fault baby. Don't blame yourself for it" my head shoots up when realizing the name she called me, a joyful smile placed on my face.

"You just called me baby." her face turns a bright red, something I've grown to love.

"I'm sorry, it just came out-" her nervousness kicking out as she spoke.

"It's okay, I could get used to that" I smirk, making her shake her head playfully. The waiter returned and we place our orders. Her phone rang again, her eyes shoot wide before answering the call.

"Hola mama, Como Estas?" she spoke in a different language, making me realize she was bilingual. How did I not know this? I'm sure I wouldn't have missed it. She suddenly looks up, biting her lip before smiling again, she hangs up and apologizes.

"How come you never mentioned you were bilingual?" I ask?

"I thought you would've put two and one together after I told you my last name" she giggles.

"Ella - Isabel Romano, that makes more sense now! But where are you from?"

"My family is from Colombia, they traveled here after being deported from the US. Here in the UK, they had a better chance of survival and stability. I was about 4 when I came, quickly learning the language and adapting to the new cycle."

"Do your parents still live here?"

"Yes, they live in my hometown Brighton. I go and visit them for the holidays or for special events."

"Do you still travel to Colombia?" I take a sip of my drink watching her.

"I haven't been in two years after my grandma passed away. Walking around her home hurts because I visualize her walking around and doing her daily housework. But Mason, Colombia, or where I'm from, Medellin, is absolutely breathtaking. The food, the people, the music, the culture, it's honestly so beautiful. I miss it but I have my life here. I can't wait to take you one day." she confesses making me fall for her more.

"By the way you describe it, I'm sure I couldn't refuse the offer. It sounds like you love it and I can't wait to spend every memory with you there." she nods agreeing, a comfortable silence fills the air around us. I want to make her mine... but I need to know if she's in this for the long run like me... I need to hear her say it, but the time will come.