OUT OF THE PICTURE

Chapter Fifteen || Ivan

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Ivan wondered why this was always happening to him. He kept losing stuff. Last week was the apartment key, and now a jacket. And not just a jacket, his favorite gray jacket. It was one of his few expensive garments owned.

He tried digging in his dirty clothes basket and when he couldn't find it, he poured it on the floor to have a better look.

He was getting frustrated as he moved to the other room. He had to be somewhere at that moment, instead, he was there playing hide and seek with a lifeless object that had no plan of showing up anytime soon. He tried recalling again when was the last time he wore it as his thumb began rubbing his chin. And an instant recollection popped into his head.

He shuffled to the kitchen and wolfed down the sandwich he made earlier so quickly, made a short glance in the mirror, grabbed a coat and stormed out the door.

The cab slowed down and finally stopped in front of a building. He pulled out a cash and gave the driver a quick "thanks" and stepped out.

He went straight inside the elevator and when he reached the floor, a familiar hall approached him. He started walking down the hallway that seemed like a never ending maze to him, remembering precisely every corner and turn he had the last time he was here. He now reached the last door on the left.

He knocked and not about five seconds later, someone yelled "I'm coming" from inside. The door opened and Marlin who was in her tank top and a short shorts was standing by the entrance. Being a couple inches taller than her, Ivan could see her bust up over here.

His sight was interrupted by a hand waving up to his face. "Hi. So are you coming inside or you just gonna stand in there and keep staring at my boobs?"

He opened his mouth but not a word came out.

"Yep. Figured that out." She said cleverly and walked away.

Ivan immediately closed the door and followed her inside. "You wish fish."

All of the sudden, Marlin stopped her tracks and turned to him, the reason they almost bumped into each other.

"Please stop calling me that. We're not in highschool anymore."

"Hmm. Let me think about it." He placed his hand on his chin to mock. "I don't think so fish."

Marlin smoothly rolled her eyes and walked away.

This was exactly what he missed about her. He missed teasing her. He missed seeing her reaction when he does it. And her smart mouth was always making it better.

"Uhm so coffee? Tea? or Juice?" She said as they entered the kitchen.

"Can I have that instead?" He pointed to the half-opened rootbeer beside a laptop that was sitting on the counter.

"Sure. I'll get you a new one. Just sit around there or whatever."

He followed her orders by sitting on a high-stool like an eight-year old. He observed the stillness of the room as his eyes scanned around.

He watched Marlin opened the fridge and bent over to peer the items inside, revealing her slightly large round ass. Damn, why didn't I see this back in the days?

He couldn't wipe the smile off his face. He was loving his view right now.

Something cold touched his hand, making him lose from his thoughts. Only to realize, Marlin was already in front of him passing the drink.