I choke out a confused and amused laugh. "I beg your pardon?"
He nodded in certainty. "You heard me."
"I don't even know you," I point out, but was intrigued to see what his plan was.
"Well that's what dates are for, right?" He replied, raising his eyebrows in questioning whether I would deny or not. "Now let's put this night to good use," he says and I lower the corner of my lips in debate, rather impressed with his convincing voice.
He extends out his folded arm and I glare at it for a second before locking my arm around it.
"Alright. But try anything stupid and I'll have to ruin your chances of ever having kids, got it?" I threaten in the nicest way possible.
He nods, leading me out of the bar. "Seems fair enough."
"Where are we going anyways?"
He pulls me over to a conference room in the hotel. It was completely empty.
I watch him as he walks towards a refrigerator in the back corner. He pulls out two large scotch bottles.
My eyebrows knit together.
"Don't question it," he orders and motions me to grab some cups. I skid my way passed the couches and I grab two glass cups, following him out of the conference room through the back door.
We were led outside again. He walks over to the emergency stairs and began walking up. I stayed at his tail, my mind blank as I tried to think of where our destination could be.
"Where are we going?!"
He ignored me and I grunt, now moving faster up the metal stairs. We continued up until there was no where else to go.
He climbs up onto the roof and takes the glasses from my hands, then offering me his hands to get up. I place my hands on his firm shoulders and his hands take hold of my waist, lifting me up with ease on to the roof.
I look around, scrunching up my nose in displeasure.
"Is this really how you wow a girl?" I ask and he muffled out a chuckle.
"Well it's better with the view," he hints and motions me to the edge of the building. I walk over and my pupils slightly enlarge as they fall upon the stunning view of the city. The twinkling lights of the stars glittered above us, each individual star shining brightly in hopes to steal the spotlight. Under the sky, the lights of the city sparkled in competition. Cars dashed in high speeds, the breeze blew on my face gently and brushed my hair aside, and afar you could see the sun just fading at the horizon. A smile melted on to my lips. My cheeks haven't felt the pleasure of a real smile in months. I let out a fascinated breath, "Wow..."
Michael's chuckle pulls me out of my trance and I spin around to look at him.
"Still don't think I can impress a girl?" He asked with a raised eyebrow and my smile slightly widened.
"The date has yet to start, so we'll see," I say and sit down on the floor. He sits in front of me and pours scotch in our glasses. We klink our glasses together before taking a large sip.
"So tell me, you've been stalking me for 4 months?" I ask, interest playing at my lips.
"Stalking sounds a bit much, don't you think?" He replies, leaning on his arm.
"Well that's you said."
"But that's not what I meant."
I looked at him carefully, watching as he took a quiet sip of his drink.
"So what happened to your wife?" I ask curiously.
"She was a total bitch, cheated on me while I was gone during work," he says with a chuckle and I laugh, the alcohol already affecting me. The drunkenness ran through my veins, erasing the filter from my tongue.
"And where is she now?" I questioned.
"Oh she died from cancer."
The smile erased from my lips and I sat in silence, horrified.
He burst into a quiet laughter, "I'm totally kidding!"
I sigh in relief and playfully push his shoulder, "That wasn't funny!"
"Yes it was you should've seen your face!" He chuckled, his perfectly white teeth flashing every time he granted me with a laugh. "But seriously she was a bitch."
I roll my eyes, laughing.
"And you?" He asked, wiggling the cup in his hands so the scotch would stir around in circles.
"He cheated on me before we even got to have the wedding," I reply, laughing hysterically. Both drunk, we laughed. We laughed at our misery, making fun of each other yet ending our mockery in a way. I couldn't remember the last time I laughed so hard, it felt nice, for my stomach to hurt from the lack of oxygen due to laughing so hard, tears sprinkling in my eyes in joy.
He looked at me, his smile of laughter still glued onto his face. "You don't deserve that," he said, his voice lowering to a softer tone.
My smile slowly fades and I glanced down at the floor. "Yeah..." The cold tears that came from joy boiled into hot flaming tears, drowning my eyes until my vision became blurry. I squeezed my eyes shut and trapped my mouth shut with my hand after a sob came out.
I heard Michael quickly shuffle his way beside me, wrapping his arm carefully around my shoulder.
I cried. I lowered my forehead on his black shirt and sobbed quietly as the tears burned down my cheeks. My stomach rose and fell abruptly as I tried to contain my sobs but couldn't. God how I missed him... How I loved him...
But it's over. It's been over, for four months now...
I poured my poor fragile heart into the man's shoulder, leaving his arm drenched in my tears filled with bitterness and loneliness. I hadn't cried in months. I hadn't shown any emotion ever since I left that hospital...
I sobbed for who knows how long and he squeezed his grip on me as my eyes began to run out of tears and the alcohol began to leave me sleepy. My eyes gently closed and we both sat in silence, listening to cars rush by in the roads. I sniffled every now and then, feeling my heart settle back into its cage. And slowly, I fell asleep.
