REISS

30. The Sober

"Mr Reiss."

Loviana?

It's her voice?

But how? I must be in hell? But she would never make it there.

Something nudged my shoulder. I could sense the bright light hitting my face.

Or is this heaven? But what is she doing here?

"Mr Reiss!"

I jerked up from my slumber a little too soon as the world around me started to spin.

"Oh thank god. You scared the shit out of me." She ranted holding her heart as she backed out from my window.

Where am I?

I stretched my hand and accidentally pressed on the horn of my car, a really annoying loud horn of my car blaring my ears, and into the quiet summer night.

I jerked up again from that sound. Loviana covered her ears with her hands, she then giggled.

"It's okay." She assured me.

"Are you drunk?" She asked as she peeked through my car window. I think I reeked of alcohol.

"I..." I said as I tried to climb out of the window but when I realised I was tied down to my seat with my seatbelt I whined like a baby "Get me out of here."

Even though I was super drunk. I still knew what was going around me. I had always been like that for some reason. I would remember all of this tomorrow morning. And I was glad I would, because I wouldn't miss, even for the world, the genuine smile that spread on her lips as she gazed into my eyes.

"Wait. Let me help you." She said as she leaned in through the window. Her face was so close to mine that I sobered up. Her hand traced up the seatbelt tied around my torso and she clicked open the seatbelt and smiled sweetly. "There you go."

"Thank you." I slurred trying to act sober.

She pondered for a moment before she said "Wait. Let me call Dan. He can ge—"

"No." I stated firmly.

She raised her brow at me, as she waited for me to explain.

"I don't want him to see me like this." I muttered under my breath.

"Okay. Since I don't know how to drive, the only way to get you home is to call a cab." She suggested, but I shaked my head negative. "I don't wanna go home." I mumbled in a low voice, unable to hide my pain from her. I was always stripped of all my cold walls when I was with her, but today I was vulnerable. It must be the alcohol. Or the love I hold for her.

She sighed and after thinking deeply, she suggested. "Do you want to come in?"

Yes.

"I thought you'd never ask." I smirked at her. And she looked away, her cheek bones raised suggesting she was smiling.

We walked into her apartment. And she led me into the living room where I sat on the couch. She came back with a glass of water and placed it on the coffee table. She then gestured for me to drink and I did.

All the while she kept glancing at my injured hand which was wrapped in a handkerchief which was strained with a little of my blood on it. "Did you get hurt?" She asked me as I set the glass down on the coffee table after gulping it down.

"No. It's just—" I pursed my lips as I saw her glaring at me.

"You know I'm a nurse, right? And you know it's not good to lie to us especially when it comes to your health, right?"