Love with a passion

Chapter 4

It looks like he's not here? He says while his eyes scan throughout the bustling lobby.
I let go of a breath that I didn't realize I was holding onto. a feeling of relief washed over me.
Oh well what do we do now.
Well we could just wait in the lobby until he comes back. He grabs my hand, leading me to some chairs and helping me sit down.

My name is Theodore. He says breaking the silence between us. My name is Noah. I turn to look at him. To see he's staring at me already I want to turn of sheer embarrassment but his eyes are so beautiful . I failed to notice how much time had passed, it was only when a sudden disruption, a throat was forcefully cleared. I didn't know you flirt with everyone you meet . The words said with disdain, piercing the atmosphere being held with bitterness. Who even are you to talk to me like that. I turn to look at the interrupter now staring at me intently. With their gaze holding curiosity, a mischievous grin spreading across his lips. I'm so sad that you don't recognize me after the things we did. How sad. The playful tone in their words contrasting his accusatory words, almost as if he was taunting me. No way. As I gasped loudly , the sound drew the attention of onlooker's who turned to witness the unfolding drama. It was in that moment of realization that I truly saw him, how could I have not recognized him until now? He burst into laughter as if he could read my thoughts. His laughter, now contained but still lingering. Aww! finally you remember me. his smile outwardly cheerful, held a touch of malice. What are you even doing here? I'm here to pick you up since you owe me an explanation. Grabbing onto my wrist gripping it tightly pulling me off the chair. Before I could comprehend the situation, a suddenly I feel another hand holding me. Theodore, seized my other wrist firmly, with no thought of letting go. Surprised i turned my head to meet Theodore's gaze, an expression of anger etched upon his face. What gives you the right to treat an injured person like that! His voice carried a mix of concern and anger, raising his voice with each word uttered. Before anything more happens. could we go somewhere else since we are in the middle of the lobby and people are staring at us. Theodore, huffs with frustration, leads the way still firmly holding onto my wrist.