Ignorance Isn't Bliss [DISCONTINUED]

Four.

I was expecting that I'd be enduring a long, awkward walk with Vic towards his bistro or whatever but I was proven wrong when, yet again, another fancy looking car pull up in front of us because apparently, I'd be enduring a long, awkward drive with Vic. The driver walked his way towards the other side of the car and opened the door for us. Vic motioned for me to get in and shyly, I did with him following after me. I left a huge gap between us and it actually looked like I was some petrified prey, trying to scoot as far away as possible from his predator.

"I don't bite." Vic commented, as if reading my thoughts, as he raised an eyebrow at my direction and I swear I saw a tiny smirk appear on his face. Already, I cannot tolerate this man. Just a few moments ago, he was being so cold and snappy and here he is, trying to get under my skin. I bit my lip, trying to formulate some sort of a sharp comeback, just so that I could finally start with my task or work or whatever the heck I ventured myself in to.

"That's- That's a shame." I tried, I really did but the words came out as nothing but a mere whisper. I also despise myself for tumbling over my own words. Man, this is going to take some practice.

"Hm? What was that?" Vic questioned, looking up from his phone. I bit my lip once again, trying to make some sort of a sly remark or something that would hopefully wind him up.

"That's a shame." I said, slightly more confident that before. He looked kind of taken aback by my little confidence boost but before he could even react, the car went on a full stop, parking in front of a huge establishment, 'Besitos Bistro' the name read. The place looks so nice in front and I bet the inside is better.

"Let's get going." I heard Vic mutter, snapping me out from my thoughts. As if on cue, the driver opened the door for me. I thanked him, smiling at the man as I walked closer to the bistro. I took its features in. Black and green paint creatively contrasted the signage of the establishment. It looks both creative and fancy and I really like the vibe that I am getting from it.

"This place looks awesome." I commented once we entered the place. Comfortable looking black couches are placed for each booths. The tables are spotless, its dark color glimmering in the dimly lit place. There's a stage up front, a mic stand and a tall stool placed at the center of the space. The bar is seen at the far left corner of the bistro, bottles lining up in such a neat manner. There's a bar tender standing behind the counter, clichély wiping the mugs.

"Mm, thanks." I heard Vic mumble, walking at the bar's direction and patting the bar tender's shoulder, nodding at him. He ventured further, entering a black door and I followed him, of course. It felt weird to be just following him around but I'm doing it, nonetheless. It's not like I have that much of a choice anyways. "I never really got the chance to introduce myself properly. I'm Vic." He added on, stopping dead at his tracks and turning at me. A small smile finally crept on his face and that actually eased down my nerves. If he could smile at me in the slightest, maybe he doesn't hate me that much, right?

"Oh. Kellin." I replied, shaking his hand that he offered for me to shake. He nodded, his hand gripping my hand and shaking it quite longer than a normal, casual handshake should be. After about ten painfully awkward and weird seconds of just standing in front of each other with our hands clasped together, he finally detached his hand from mine, motioning for me to follow him further in the storage room.

"This is my brother, Mike. Mike, this is Kellin." He said as we approached a lanky guy whose back is facing us, a pen in hand is pointing at the stacked boxes at one corner of the room.

Mike finally looked at our direction, his face turning from blank to something that I could not quite put my finger on. He shrugged from that emotion anyway, slapping a friendly smile on his face instead. "Hey." He said, waving a hand at my direction.