Mystery ~ MV1

018. A Thousand Words in One Glance

[Mad Max]

"You're moping again." I look up from my drink when I hear Checo speak up from beside me. He's leaning against the bar next to me, equally as bored as I am at this gala we were told to go to. I don't know why, Christians the one talking to sponsors, not us. We've been standing here for the past thirty minutes, pretending to be interested in the classical music and the rich people.

"I'm not moping." I tell him, raising my glass to my lips only to find it empty.

Guess I've been mindlessly sipping on it longer than I thought.

He lets out a huff of laughter and I see him shake his head from my peripheral.

"Is it your mystery girl?"

My head whips up and to him to see him smirking to himself as he tips his glass back.

"How'd you know there was a girl?" I ask, trying to figure out if it was either Lando, Daniel, or Carlos that told him. My guess is Daniel, but I'm proven wrong on all three when he shrugs and says, "I didn't until just now."

I roll my eyes at him catching me.

Turns out I told him without even meaning to.

He lets out a chuckle while I look back at my drink. The crystal chandelier above me reflects against the ice still floating in my drink, like a thousand stars trapped inside the frozen water.

"So," Checo starts and I can hear the smile in his voice, "how's the girl?" He ask and the question makes the pit in my stomach expand as it has been since Miami.

I set my empty glass down on bar with probably more force than necessary, and turn around to lean against the bar with my forearms pressing into the expensive wood.

"I don't know how she's doing." I respond dryly, there's not point in hiding I've absolutely butchered my chances with the enigma that is Melina Sydney Vincent. I wish she hadn't pushed me away, and gave me the chance to fix it before i knew it was even broken. Or at least let me try and change her mind, prove to her there's something between us that worth at least a little fighting for.

Checo lets out a breath of air that tells me he knows exactly what I mean.

"Sounds like you need a drink." I thought he was joking, but then he turns to the bartender to order another round for us.

I let a small smile stretch across my face, but even I can tell it doesn't reach my eyes.

I wish I could explain why she has this pull on me, it's not like I haven't had 'crushes' on other women— but none have left me this empty feeling without much of a reason. There's just something about her, an aura of secrecy I can't quite describe that wants to lure me closer to the shadows that swim around her. I want to know everything about her yet it felt like every time I talked to her it feels like I learned even less than before. She just had this intoxicating pull about her that I'm already addicted to, already wanting more and more despite her leaving.

I sound pathetic, but I don't know how to forget about her like she wants me to do. I want to know her favorite color, her favorite season, what other tattoos she has, anything I can learn about her— I want to.