Sunday, just the usual lazy day for Thorin. She would go to Yoga classes when she feels like it, either spa day or shopping with her circle of friends. However, today, unlike any other Sunday, Thorin didn't have the same enthusiasm. Together with Nila, unfortunately, Nila's cousin tagged along-- are in this famous ice cream bar in the city to cool off her head in this lazy afternoon. She was still dreading upon the failed dinner invitation to Lucas. To say that her ego that was quickly stomped by Lucas was deflated, was the understatement of the weekend.
She was rejected! Thorin Montréal? Come on! Then again, she had a scheduled dinner that Friday and she forgot. Lucas would know what are her scheduled dinner because every appointment will go through him before he notifies her. She ought to stop this, dinner dates with random guys which annoyingly Lucas thought that they are her boyfriend.
What did Lucas think of her when she invited him? He knows I go out and dinned with multiple guys. Does he think of me as a cheater? Probably, but most probably he does. Shit, that's the last thing she would want.
"Yes, you're a cheater." Thorin snapped from her train of dreadful thoughts, wide eyes she stared at Nila. She then peered at Nila's cousin, Roxy redoing her make up. Can she just excuse herself? There's a fucking comfort room for that.
"I am not." She huffed as she took a mouthful of strawberries. "You dated at least three guys in a week."
Thorin noticed that Nila's cousin was gawking at her. Her eyebrows rose, Roxy noticed it and quickly swiped it from her face. "Woah! Woah! That's already a warning sign for a notorious cheater in the making."
"Nobody asked for your opinion." Thorin snapped, who is she? She doesn't even know Thorin. Yes, she dinned and date but she was never committed and don't want to further pursue a relationship. She had at two least semi-serious relationship, being in a relationship is too demanding for her. They don't understand the value of her work and vision, you gave them time but they end up cheating on you. "Chill okay? Geez."
"Why did you even invite him in the first place?" Thorin dwelled in Nila's question. "Nila, you encouraged me to screw my assistant. Remember?" She hissed quietly, and notice her friend scribbling something on her small notebook. "Are you kidding me?! I am not your client, I'm your friend."
Nila chortled as she continued to scribble. "Shut up. Yes, sorta encouraged you! I used the wrong word though. Again, why did you invite him?" She did not know. She was caught in a moment? Thorin was elated during that lunch break. He was such a good company, straightforward and caring. Or just plainly, it was just Lucas -- doing his job as her assistant.
"He's hot?" Nila slumped at her seat upon hearing Thorin's unsure answer. Thorin rolled her eyes at her friend for being dramatic. "That's always it. Look, I haven't met Lucas but I heard of him from you and I think he's a good guy. Just-- just don't screw this up. He's your assistant and you might lose him because of your heartbreaker tendencies. He might report you to the HR and---"
"Or he's not just into you. Get over yourself, your highness." Roxy roared with laughter. Nila slapped Roxy's arm.
Thorin could hear her vessels snapped. It was just hard for her to grasp the idea of Lucas not interested in her. She's gorgeous, has the career that many would die for, has everything, has the attitude and pleasing personal -- well not really, but she could adjust. Wait, and why would she even adjust just to fill in the gap? She doesn't need to change herself just to fit into the qualifications of a man.
Sudden gasps from a few female customers snapped Thorin from her little mental monologue. Nila and Roxy are already gaping at the sight through a slightly tainted window where they are sitting. Thorin followed their gazes.
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Miss Montreal
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