The Brighter Side of Life

Chapter 3 •Dinner Soap Operas•

Dedicated to my friend Nizel:)) You really must check here story out, Marry Me, Summer. Its jaw-breaking I tell ya. So read it:)))

I stare at the people between the two people sitting before me. I see a family with a toddler, about 3 years of age or so, and a pair of happy parents. The next table has a couple, holding hands across the table, obviously dating. The smile on their faces seems filled with compassion towards each other.  

'I wonder how long they would last?' 

Shut up. My subconscious is really pissed and thinks pessimistically at times like this. Especially during times when grief and sorrow invades my heart and mind. I simply can't think straight.  

I don't know why I can't be happy for other happy couples. Is it because mine ended up like shit or because I envy them? I don't know which reason fits my situation.  

The boy who sits across me moves slightly to the left, blocking my view of the other customers. He sets his expression with a calm look but rather a questioning emotion poorly hidden by his eyes. Those eyes....I forgot the calming effect they produce. Its like whenever you stare into those, your whole self, including your heart and mind, softens. Soothes your soul and whatever. And I can't believe I fell for that.  

"Katherine. Are you okay?" He asks with concern. He takes hold of my ex-best friends hand and squeezes it. I'd rather you not hold hands while I'm here, present and aware of every single move you both do, is what I'd say if I can.  

"Fine." I pick up the menu placed on the middle of the table, raising it up to block the infuriating view.  

"Shall we order?" I say behind the menu.  

"We have actually. We're just waiting for the food." A high-pitched voices informs. Obviously a girls voice.  

"I'll order for myself then." I retort, though she seems not affected by it.  

I raise my hand and a waiter named by Paul comes to our table to take my order. I tell him to give their finest steak. When he left our table, Matt's eyes narrows at me. 

"What?" I say, exasperated. "Can I not order steak?" 

"Well you, I ,thought you'll be ordering salad." he says, defensively.  

I huff at his reply. Why does he always think low of me. He underestimate me too much and my hunger. Just because back when we were together I usually eat salad doesn't mean I don't eat steak. He underestimates me too much.  

"Well, I wanted to eat steak so I would eat steak." I say, enunciating the word 'steak'. 

He chuckles under his breath, "Okay then miss carnivorous Kat."  

My ears perk up, hearing the insulting joke. Okay so maybe some of you don't find it insulting but I do. Those words coming from an enemy hurts. I didn't come here to be insulted or made fun of. I came here for business, for his damn favor of meeting in person. What does he do in return? He brings along the girl he used to cheat on me. The girl who is my best friend before now sits before my eyes. Breathing.  

'I wonder how would she would still breath after I strangle her to death? Maybe I would enjoy it?' Humph, sadistic much? 

"Get straight to the point, Matt. I didn't come here to waste time. You asked to meet up in person. You didn't agree to the agreement!" 

"What agreement?" He says, raising a brow.  

"One on one meeting. You and I. Alone. No one extra." I remind and directing the word 'extra' to Cameron.