WHOLE AGAIN → Rudy Pankow | ON HOLD

EIGHT

EIGHT- the history repeating itself

[Time skip to when Seraphine and Rudy are supposed to meet]

SERAPHINE'S POV:

Rudy told me to go inside, order ourselves drinks and wait for him. He was running late. Therefore I walked inside and went to the bar's counter. I ordered myself a light cocktail and a beer for Rudy. Later we can get ourselves something stronger, I thought.

"Hello, beautiful,'' I heard some voice say behind me and I turned around to see a 6 feet tall brunette guy, "What does an angel like you do in a bar like this?''

"This angel is waiting for her friend to arrive, so he could hang out with her.''

The stranger raised his eyebrows: "He? Oh, the angel's here with a boy. Ah, I see...''

I thanked God when I saw Rudy, entering the bar. I slightly lifted my hand and waved it at him, not hiding the panic in my eyes and hoping he would understand how I feel.

He approached the table I sat at, sat down, and hugged me. I almost loosened up, but I still felt uneasy about the stranger who stood next to us. He whispered in my ear: "Is he bothering you?''

I nodded my head and we pulled away from the hug. I carefully inspected Rudy's facial features to see what he was going to do now. I don't know why, but he was so unpredictable and spontaneous, and I could never really tell what was on his mind. The only times I could read his emotions was when he was so heartbreakingly sad. I always noticed his sadness, no matter how well he tried to hide it.

"Hey, umm..." said Rudy, trying to understand how to address the man.

"Name's Enzo," the stranger answered.

"Enzo... Would you mind leaving me and my lovely spouse alone, so we could have a romantic and breathtaking night just the two of us? I'm sorry, but we haven't gotten to be together for a while and this means a lot to us," Rudy told him, calmly and carelessly.

I tried to process everything he just said. What the actual fuck? I was expecting a lot, but not this. I'm not saying it's a bad method, I just was taken aback a bit.

"Ohhh, yeah, I totally get it! Sorry, man. By the way, you look amazing together. Enjoy your night." After that, Enzo left us.

I turned to him with the cocktail in my hand, sipping the drink. He looked proud of himself and decided to drink a bit of his beer, too.

"Mr. Pankow, you mind explaining what the actual fuck just happened, and since when are we a married couple?" I asked him.

"Well, my love," he started and I felt butterflies in my stomach because of the pet name, "you see, men like him won't leave you alone if you tell them to. But they will listen and respect another dude. They don't want to argue with another man."