𝔹𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕧𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕣

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I sighed for the umpteenth time as I stared exasperatedly at my phone screen. I had gotten off work not too long and had yet to have an Uber to pick me up and take me home. The damn Uber app kept searching for drivers nearby for the past thirty minutes. To make matters worse, there weren't any buses that went by my area. I didn't want to inconvenience Christian and Chaerin to come pick me up from work at three in the morning.

I should have just sucked up my pride and come with my car. I thought. Fuck how I felt about driving my car after what in my car with Lisa.

I suddenly frowned at the image of what I saw in the VIP room resurfacing in my head. How Lisa looked uncomfortable with the man she was with. How she looked embarrassed when I saw her with him. The way that man had his arm around her. How she smiled, reassuring me that she was going to be okay.

But if I'm going to be honest, I didn't feel reassured – not even the slightest. If anything, I was angry at the situation. I was angry at the man for making her uncomfortable. I was angry at Lisa for entertaining that man at her own expense. I was angry for leaving her alone with him and not checking on her just because I wanted to adhere to my rules and keep my distance.

"Hey."

I looked up and saw Lisa. She had a motorbike parked right where I was standing, holding her helmet in her hands.

"Hi," I greeted back. "How long were you standing there?"

"Not long," she answered. "I was just about to head to my res until I saw you. So I thought I could stop by."

She tilted her head to the side, "I see you don't have your car with you."

"Oh, yeah. It's at a repair shop. It's been having some problems that need to be fixed." I lied, scratching my head.

She hummed. "Need a lift?"

I arched an eyebrow. "You're offering me a ride on your bike?"

"No, I'm offering a ride on my Porsche."

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