Fog Of The Heart

4; Dinner with a sinner

She got to ride his bike. A dream. She always wanted one herself but she didn't actually see herself owning one. Being on one was an absolute dream come true though- circumstances apart though. He was ruthless on this thing. Isaiah was going so fast that she felt like her life was in danger- it kind of was that's why she clung onto him, eyes shut tight. He went faster by the second. It was when he came across a red light that she felt safe. "Isaiah, please a little slower. My life is on the line here.", he chuckled not loud enough for her to hear and nodded. To reassure her. After all the plan was that she starts trusting him. For now, in the beginning of his plan even mixed feelings were welcome. Isaiah knew that it'd take time but now she wouldn't escape his grasps. He loved hearing his name when she talked to him. It felt perfect. It was. It will always be. His friends address him by a nickname -unless they were being formal- and he always went his other name, Gabriel. She probably forgot that name because the name 'Isaiah' rolling out of her tongue was so intimate and she knew it. She probably called him that to cloud his judgement. He was not complaining though. 

They arrived quite quickly but to their surprise, someone was waiting by her porch. She felt genuine regret. Oh no, Elizabeth thought. She closed her eyes in despair and whined; not quite enough though. "Gosh. I have such bad luck", she whispered. The man turned around and watched as she got up and removed the helmet off her head. "Eli!", He smiled widely at her but it was obvious of his suspicion towards the duo. "Hey Matt",She smiled back -awkwardly- aware of the situation. Her ex and her possible-future boyfriend, how cliche. "I was worried and decided to come see you but i see that you were busy".

"She was.", both turned to see Isaiah literally glowing in the sun; hair messy and helmet on the motor in between his thighs. He looked glorious, amazingly and simply sitting- arm tattoos that sat on his giant biceps - he looked like a criminal. He actually was." Oh.. well Matt this is my friend Gabriel. This is Matthew.", Gabriel? She remembered. It warmed his heart. He felt in love with her more- if that was even possible- he felt butterflies and Isaiah wanted nothing more than to make her feel the same way. Love. Peace. Solace . Matthew was a nerd. Probably why he looked like one. Wild brows and beard. Brown hair that was combed into middle parts. Was Elizabeth attracted to that? Isaiah thought, What a downgrade. "Nice to meet you man. How it's going?", Isaiah nodded and replied nicely- mostly because he was still under shock." It's alright. nice to meet you too", 

Elizabeth, though weirded out by this interaction took upon herself to stop it. She wanted to be away from him. "Well see you later Isaiah. Let's go inside mat. I've got to see puggy too", She pulled Matthew by his arm and forced him to come along. It was when in front her entrance that she realized two things; her keys and his helmet. It was only when Matthew pointed it out and they laughed about it together that she realized about the helmet. "Probably why he's still here", in reality Isaiah was watching them with no shame getting along. He hated this guy. Love. Peace. Solace is this what she felt with Matthew? This ridiculously obvious boring nerd? He gritted his teeth and clenched his jaw when he saw them laugh. They were like this too once. 

She jogged towards him to bring back his helmet. "Isaiah, you're helmet", His eyes filled with irked. "I'll see you tonight. It is a date. I'll try to be by eight o'clock but latest will be eight fifteen. I'll take Daniel's car so you don't have to worry about clothes on the bike- whether dress or pants. Dress however you want but fancily of course. I'll see you then. Good day to you love", 

"But..ugh whatever". 

He has taken his helmet and started his engine. Slowly reversing back on the road while she walked back to her current love interest. She smiled while he held a sudden serious look. "He is not only a friend to you is he? Tell me the truth",