𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐩

𝟗 || 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐭

Estelle

I step out of the café, right underneath the small, covered area. Facing the small shop across the street, I watch as the heavy drops of rain plummet onto the concrete ahead of me. Looking up, I realize how late it must be. The sky looks a certain dark shade of blue that is layered with gloom and mystery. I just love the closing shift.

Making sure to lock the doors behind me, I clutch my bag and coffee and get ready to embrace the rain. Of course, I had to forget the umbrella today.

I swiftly pull my other hand over my head as I begin sprinting in the rain, it's no use really. My hair is still getting wet.

A black BMW passes by me, spraying water all over my side. I yell at the car as it drives away, my breath starting to speed up as the rain soaks into my clothes. Just my luck.

I keep running down the street, my throat suddenly feels dry and my legs start to ache. As I look up slightly to look at the distance between me and the road, I realize how far I still have to go. At least a few more blocks of this and I hate running.

Screw it, I'm not getting home any time faster. I slow my pace and try catching my breath.

I look up at the road once again, lowering my hand in defeat. I usually love the sound of rain but right now, I would rather be anywhere else.

As I am lost in thought, I notice that a black BMW, has also slowed its pace. I narrow my eyes at the car. It's the same BMW that ruined my outfit and my day.

As I'm about to run up to it and give the driver a piece of my mind for ruining my favorite sweater, it suddenly it comes to a halt, stopping me with it. That's kind of weird.

I quickly start to dart my eyes around at the almost empty streets, and just as I'm about to run, the passenger door opens slightly - which I'm guessing the driver opened from the inside. It stays open for a bit, almost like the driver is waiting for someone.

Once again I look around at the few people near me, none of them seem to be noticing the car. I begin walking once again. Maybe they are just waiting for someone, stop being such a scaredy cat.

After calming myself down a little, I begin to walk again. Just as I approach the suspicious opened door, I shift myself further to the right, away from it.

Once I reach the car, a certain someone manages to stop my legs from moving. "Estelle." The voice is deep, and so familiar. I stop dead in my tracks and snap my head to face the open car, narrowing my eyes.

My eyes slightly widen as I recognize that large shadowy frame, "Aldric? What are you doing here this late?" I ask, feeling the water tingle at my skin and soak the clothes covering it.

"I was just driving, then I saw someone sprinting like a fool and my guess was that it was you - which was right." He's not facing me, he's looking straight ahead at the road but his words are directed towards me.

"Oh." I breath out, as Aldric turns his head to me, "Get in, Estelle. You're gonna catch a cold." It's not a request, it's a demand. I glance up at the sky, looking even darker than it had at the café.

Usually I hate listening to people that act like that, but that's one demand that I obey. Sliding into the passenger seat, I swiftly shut the door. I quickly fix the seatbelt uncomfortably.

"Are you sure? I'm gonna make your nice car all wet."

I turn my head to him expecting an answer, my eyes meeting his side profile; a sharp jawline, his stubble slightly grown out over his smooth skin. A perfectly shaped nose and of course his very cold, grey eyes facing the road.