Behind The Cold Silence

Look Out

I made breakfast for the guys since most of them are hung over.

I heard a few groans and saw the guys file in the dining room.

"I made you breakfast!" I told them setting the last plate of omelet on the table.

Cheers were heard as they thank me for the food.

One figure came in that made me tense.

What should I do? Do I go up there and say "Hi! Was taking advantage of me while I was drunk fun?" or "Did you enjoy it as much as I did?" ? How about I go up there and kiss him reminding him of last night? Should I pretend I forgot everything because I was drunk?

His eyes met mine and I noticed the slight hesitation in his steps. I assume he's asking himself the same things.

I shook my head taking a plate and utensils. I walked up to Mr Ambrose and set it in front of him to use.

Afterwards I sat on a chair to eat my own share of breakfast, taking glances at him.

Once our eyes met when he glanced at me. I looked down to my food and continued eating.

Then I realized it was silent.

Looking up, I glanced around the men who were looking at me and Mr Ambrose.

"What?" I asked.

"We've been expecting one of the daily routine of Mr Ambrose and you to bicker like a married couple..."

"So?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"It's... unusual for the two of you to be this silent in a room together."

Except when it was only me and him kissing in my room.

I dropped my spoon and fork. I stood up ignoring the confused glances and made my way to the shooting range to blow off some steam.

Bang!

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath.

I open them and shoot.

Bang!

I bit my cheek trying not to think... of the kiss, of Mr Ambrose, of anything!!!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The huge hole at the center of the target was clearly visible.

I bit my lip as I stood sideways, taking slow steps with my right hand holding the gun pointing the target.

Bang!

One...

Bang!

Two...

Bang!

Three...

Bang!

Four...

Bang!

Five...

Cold wind passed and thunder rumbled.

I continued to glare at the seventh target I would be shooting when rain began to drop.

My arm dropped to my side an I eyed the lightning from the distance.

I grumbled in time with the thunder.

My brown hair sticked to my neck and face. My white dress was soaked as I grit my teeth.

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I continued standing there for who knows how long. A shadow loomed over me and I was no longer getting wet. Glancing up I saw a black umbrella.

I turned around to face a man, mean, cold, and chiselled.

"Mr Ambrose, sir!" I greeted with a tight grin. Years with being forced to go to a ball and act like I'm glad to be there taught me that.

"Miss Linton, you are soaking wet."

I grinned with fake joy, "Why of course I am, sir! The rain is quite strong, don't you think?"

"Let's get you inside, Miss Linton."

He tugged me back inside.

I went in facing downwards as my smile fell.

We walked up to his office since it was the only room with heaters. He handed me a towel which I furiously dried my hair with. He walked up to me, took my towel, and gently rubbed my hair to dry it.

"How would you know how to dry long hair?" I asked. I mean, most of the time I just copy Victor...

"I... have a little sister..."

"You do?"

"Yes."

"Where is she?"

"Somewhere far from danger."

Silence.

For the first time, I was thankful for the silence. I don't know what else to say so I'm glad it's silent.

"Miss Linton... I know you remember what had happened last night... And I'm sorry if you're upset..." he said stepping away as I fixed my hair.

I raised an eyebrow and looked at him. "You're sorry that I'm upset?"

"Yes."

"But you're not sorry for doing it?"

"... w-what?"

For the first time in millions of years, the great and ice cold Rikkard Ambrose has finally been heard stuttering. All thanks to Lilly Linton.

"You're not sorry for kissing me?" I repeated the question precisely this time which he is sure to understand.

Silence.

I smiled. It wasn't fake and it was in pure amusement.

He actually enjoyed it? And I made him speechless?

I stepped towards him and he backed away.

"Mr... Rikkard... Ambrose..." I stated a step for a syllable.

I was right in front of him as he backed up to his desk.

"Look out. The ifrit is coming."

My smile widened ever so slightly.