Taming Mrs. Mafia

5 What's Most Likely to Happen Is Not The One That You're Praying For

The man's name was Zeno and that was the only thing Hana knew about him.
"Who is that? Do you know him?"
No one answered her question again. The two beside her were speechless as if it was the first time they'd seen a handsome man. Well, Hana could not blame them. The man was being flocked by girls everywhere he went for a reason. Aside from the fact that he's visually pleasing, he's also tall enough to catch everyone's attention immediately, even if he's drowning in a sea of strangers.
Tonight, Zeno was wearing a white shirt and jeans. He looked a little younger compared to when she saw him back at the mall where he was wearing semi-formal clothes. His outfit was simple, but his gait and posture made him appear regal, unlike her and the rest of the people here who were like a bunch of plebs 'in the streets'.

The guy probably felt her unwavering gaze on him. He looked towards their direction and their eyes met. Hana felt nothing at first. She knew her looks and outfit that night wouldn't connect her with the woman at the pizza shop and the man also did not look in her direction when they were at the mall earlier. They met multiple times but only she knew that. However, Zeno looked at her longer than necessary. She started feeling nervous.

Why is he looking at me? Did he recognize me? Was he able to spot similarities between my current character to my office girl character?

Thankfully, he stopped staring at her and tried to move forward once again.

Oooh, I knew it. He does not know that we met multiple times already.

Hana danced happily in her head.

It's crazy if he ended up knowing we've seen each other multiple times. He'd think I'm his stalker.

Going back to her friends and remembering that the two ignored her twice, she kicked Sam's leg and nudged Lacy with her elbow.
"Ouch!" The two exclaimed at the same time.
"What the fuck was that for?" Samantha rubbed her leg while glaring at her.
"I was asking if you knew that guy and here you are, drooling grotesquely."
"Hah, 'grotesquely'? Your distorted face is the grotesque one," Sam retorted.
Lacy, on the other hand, pinched her waist for revenge. Her long nails dug into her skin, but Hana just smiled through the pain.
"You know that guy?" She asked Sam again.
"No, I don't. I wouldn't be drooling this much if I'd seen him before. My god, who's that hottie?" They both looked at Lacy.

"What are you looking at? I have no idea, too!"
"Your man never told you? He looks like he's someone important." Sam teased Lacy. "I guess your skills aren't that good."
"There's a locker room in this gym. Want me to prove my skills to you?"
Hana interrupted the two. "Stop flirting with each other."
"We're not flirting with each other!"
"I'm not a lesbian!"
The two simultaneously screamed at her.

Zeno was finally able to move past the women with the help of organizers who formed a barrier around him.
"Look at that. I never saw anyone getting treated like that in this place," Sam was wide-eyed as she gestured to the man with her hand. The man was led into one of the judges' seats.
"Oh! There's an extra seat among the judges! Maybe he's a special guest!" Lacy was so excited that she kept hitting her arm. Hana moved away from her discreetly. If she didn't her arm will fall off without her knowing it.

The abandoned gym they're currently at was not exactly where 'classy' people just drop by and that 'Zeno' does not belong here. He stuck out like a sore thumb. The boxing ring at the center was modified for it to be wide enough to dance on by up to seventy people. All the lights were on it and she thought it was the cleanest place in that area. Looking around, the old things used in that gym were just piled up in a dark area so they were barely noticeable, and aside from the boxing ring, the other areas were still dusty. But then again people who come and go to these kinds of places regularly are the types who don't care about such things. Maybe 'Zeno' was not that much of a clean freak.