"Leo? Are you still here?"
A sultry voice sliced through my thoughts and I looked up. Looking straight into her eyesmy head nodded in an uneasy motion. Her fingertip swirling on the edge of her coffee mug, as her eyes filled with an unknown kind of sorrow. Thinking this was the same lady a few days ago, trying desperately to get me into her bed surprised me greatly. I took another sip from my coffee.
"We have been going out for two weeks..... But you still haven't said anything about yourself to me....neither have ever contacted me on your own accord," her finger came to a halt while she darted her gaze away from me.
"Am I really not that appealing to you? Do I lack in beauty or style or anything?"
This time Ipaused. I haven't actually noticed what she had worn when she came to visit me, neither had I ever taken any notion of knowing what she was trying to do. What I did was what I was told to do by my father. And 'going out' was an understatement that I agreed to use with her.
"Will you say anything?" her voice winced and I put down my coffee mug. According to father, there were a few rules I had to follow. Among them number one was
I was not suppose to make her cry.
It seems I had disobeyed rule number one because she seemed at the verge of crying.
"Sophie-sshi, I-"
"It's Sophie for you," her voice was firm.
"Hm...."
Rule number two, she is valuable so treat her properly as to act according to her words.
"Sophie-sshi, I do not have any interest in you," I sternly said and her eyelids dropped.
Rule number three, never let her realize that you are there because of business purpose.
"Why are you here then?" she whimpered.
"The same reason why you are here," her weak already seemed hurt by my words-eyes looked straight into my icy black one.
"Business purpose..." And I took another sip of my coffee while she gulped at my words.
"We are both lambs to be sacrificed."
She didn't say anything after that, her gaze avoiding me the whole time she sat there. In case a drop of tear fall and she becomes the weaker party among us. I didn't ask her anything either. All I did was drink my coffee silently and hoping her to finally give me the long desirable break that I had been waiting for.
I looked out of the glass wall to the opposite side of the road. The middle aged lady on the second floor again poured dirty water on some passer by, and the teenage waitress kept on jumping around everywhere for orders. The scenarios never change. It has been the same for the past year. I looked down at the table and a few old memories flashed back, making me smile a little.
I was always alone when I sat here before, this seat was always reserved for me. And sitting here with someone was out of my idea at a time. So when did it change?
My trails of thoughts drove me back two weeks ago when I first reserved this seat to meet the passport guy. Even his thoughts had me smiling and my mind started to wonder how he had been doing all these times.
Rule number four, return your cell phone and use the one that I give you. From now on you will only contact those that I allow you to.
I lost my contacts. I wonder if he had ever tried to contact me after that day instead.
