Ghost Pepper

Confrontation: 15

The familiar red Porsche stopped In front of her feet. Along with it came a sinking feeling.

A tall figure emerging from the drivers side.

"Kitten?" She heard that oh so mesmerising voice and wished to vanish with the wind.

After their last encounter she couldn't face him, she felt too ashamed of her behaviour. The very thought ate away at her every waking second, like mould in a damp apartment.

Yet her feet stayed rooted to the ground, her body craving his touch, her mind praying for his departure. His feet hitting the ground with his long strides was the only sound registering in her ears. Her heart raced in anticipation, palms sweating, limbs shaking. She felt as though she was watching a scary movie.

And just when the melodramatic steps stopped, Hans stood in front of her with a worried look. He wore plain brown loose cargo pants and a tight black shirt, the outfit made him look even more attractive in Carolyn's eyes.

"Hey," he said softly, sadness portrayed clear as day in his eyes.

"Hey," Carolyn replied, her voice cracking.

"Are you ok?" He asked her.

Hans couldn't take his eyes off her, after an entire day of not seeing her he felt like he couldn't function. His every thought would always go back to her, his work was sloppy not to mention he couldn't sleep a wink knowing Carolyn wasn't okay. His entire world felt off without her by his side, like a puzzle missing one piece.

He had a feeling she would resort to ignoring his texts. He hoped giving her space would help but he couldn't contain himself and next thing he knew, he was heading to her workplace.

"Yeah and you?" Carolyn asked, unable to look away.

"I feel like shit but I'm glad you're okay though." He chuckled awkwardly.

"Sorry to hear that," Carolyn says looking down in shame.

"It's ok, I feel better being here with you now." He gave her a killer smile and just like magic all her worries flew out the window.

"Can we talk for a bit? It doesn't have to be out here in the cold." He asked her.

"Sure," was all she managed to say.

Hans escorted her to the passenger seat and drove to the nearest restaurant. It was a cosy place that was warm and inviting. The scent of food hang in the air making Carolyn's stomach ache in hunger. A hostess led the pair to a table for two.

Once seated Carolyn felt nervous again, she felt like she was being scolded like a little kid. Truth be told she deserved whatever harsh thing Hans had to say to her. Yet she still couldn't mentally prepare herself for it.

"One Irish whiskey please and a Hot chocolate for the misses." Hans ordered their drinks.

Usually Carolyn wouldn't mind the hot drink but she needed something strong to handle the conversation that was to follow.

"Make that two Irish whiskeys please." She practically begged the waiter.

Hans looked at her with surprise before a smirk grew on his face.

"What's the occasion?" He asked playfully.

"This conversation is the occasion." She said.

"Why?" Hans asked genuinely confused.

"I don't know, I'm just ashamed of what I did and I really need a drink to deal with what you're going to say." Carolyn said while looking down.

Her heart was racing out of control. Hans on the other hand wasn't sure what to say, he understood why she acted the way she did but he wasn't sure how to tell her that it was no big deal.