Xeria’s P.O.V
"These photos are great." Ivan says, swiping the pictures on his phone. I just give a little peek at his phone and roll my eyes.
I'm still staying over at Quentin's place, and I met Ivan here in the park when I was on an evening walk with Potato, who was also taking a walk.
"What are you doing here?" I ask him, leaning my head against the bench and stuffing my hand in my sweatshirt pockets.
I think I look like Toothless.
"I'm here to meet someone." He replies.
"Who?" Of course, I'm interested.
"There are so many articles about you and Khaos; look." He says, trying to be evasive.
Sure, I know because I have seen these senseless articles. What do you mean he doesn't want to get married, so he gave me a plain ring?
No one is going to talk about how I was looking like someone who was taken on a bungee jump without my permission.
"Don't change the topic." I say, snatching his phone from his hand, and then I look at Potato, who was in a brawl with a poodle.
Seriously Potato?
"Come back here right now, Potato." I shout, and he comes running back after giving a final angry bark to the Poodle.
"Don't go around fighting; it's not a good thing." I chide, clipping on his leash.
"Don't try to sneak out." I tell Ivan, who was slowly getting up from the bench and was thinking of bolting.
"Ok, let's go to a cafe." He finally gives in.
"But a pet-friendly one." I remind him, and he nods his head in response.
On our way out, some sprinklers were on in the park.
"No, not now." I whine, but before I can stop Potato, he is already running towards them, forgetting that I'm still holding on to the leash.
I was also jerked away with Potato.
"Potato, stop!" I shout, but it was already too late.
The water was dripping on us, and Potato, who is enjoying his shower, is happily barking while I'm also close to being saturated in water.
Why are these sprinklers so big?
"I think we should head back home first." Ivan suggests, examining me.
Pulling down the zipper of my sweatshirt, I just sigh.
"This time you're going to the groomer" I tell Potato, who stops his endeavor of dismantling the sprinkler.
The ground was all muddy now, too.
"Come, I will help you." Ivan extends his hand out for me, which I gladly accept.
"Come now." And Potato grunts, walking with us.
But before we can go any further, the two of us trip down at the same time and fall to the ground.
Ivan and I look at each other and burst out laughing.
"This reminds me of the time when I went over to your house for the first time, and we got into a fight playing with the bubble gun, and then we both slipped on the leather." Still holding onto each other's hands, we laugh, attracting the attention of the passersbys.
"Let's get up now; we're all muddied up, like Potato here." Holding onto each other, we get up.
Walking out of the park, all saturated and muddied up, I see Khaos leaning against his car on the sideway and, for a change, not in one of his suits; he is wearing a simple white shirt and dress pants, the top three buttons of his shirt undone, and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
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If We Ever Meet Again
General FictionThe one who has always believed that life has given her everything she wanted, and there is the one who doesn't think but is certain that he must snatch everything he wants. What happens when these two ways of thinking collide? Will the spark that i...
