Moment of Glory (Kinn x Porsche) (KinnPorsche)

Chapter 2: Windswept

What a fool.

Friday came. And Friday went. No Kinn.

Porsche was not going to get upset. He was the one who told Kinn to not come, to stay away, that he 'wasn't welcome'. He decided to focus back on getting into the normal of not anticipating Friday nights with Kinn watching him shake his latest cocktail, not afraid to try them as a guinea pig, or both of them badmouthing other patrons that came in.

Another week, it was Friday again. Kinn was a no-show so far; the man was notoriously punctual. Porsche could set his watch with it.

Now he was getting restless instead of relaxed. Porsche couldn't believe that Kinn, of all men, would respect his wishes and not show up anymore. A sadistic voice manifested a different theory. His lover came to pick him up two Fridays ago and prevented him from going out anymore. Porsche's shoulders sagged as he leaned against the shelving with the alcohol, arms crossed over his chest as he stared off into space. The staff bustling around him, reaching bottles left and right, no one bothering to disturb his meltdown.

Except Mayuree. She stopped right in front of him, blocking his view of the fly inching around the countertop edge, hands on her hips, "Porsche."

"Hm?"

"You're literally blocking the way. I'm not as tall as you and I can't reach the Bacardi bottle you threw so high that I need a ladder to get it."

"Dramatic much?"

"Porsche..."

Porsche blinked and turned around, reaching the bottle easily, handing it, "Here..."

The woman just deadpanned at him, took the bottle from his hand to set it down before grabbing his open hand to drag him and he let out a shout of surprise, "Hey! Where are we going?" He admired her strength, followed along, and then was startled at her look, "What?"

"You have been a zombie for two weeks Porsche."

"I have not—"

"Two. Whole. Weeks. It's Friday today and he's not here yet. Maybe he'll come and maybe he won't," She also felt bad for building up Porsche's expectations, a little grumpy that Kinn dropped the ball on her faith, and now her boss was listless. "It's reality and you have to accept it. Besides admit that most of this is your fault."

"I thought you were cheering me on..."

"When I thought he was just as stubborn as you were and was going to come by anyway." Mayuree shook her head, "I guess he wants to respect your space. You didn't get his contact info?"

"He always paid with cash so no. I'm not going to look up his name like a weirdo..."

"You looked up his name, didn't you?"

"...I did."

The woman pressed, "And?"

"Nothing. Just general business numbers and I'm not going to call looking for my Friday night customer because he hasn't come by. I guess he's a CEO or some shit...I never asked him."

"For being social, you're very anti-social, Porsche."

"I'm going to dock your pay for your sass."

Shaking her head, Mayuree just waved her hand, "So? Why didn't you just try?"

"They're going to think I'm an escort desperate for my sugar daddy or some shit. Stop laughing at my problem!" Porsche pointed to the woman as she laughed outright at him. He leaned his head back against the wall after joining her amusement at his expense. It felt nice to laugh away some of the fog of hope he'd had that Kinn would come back. Eyes staring up at the ceiling, "I should forget about him, right?"