An unlikely pair find solace in each other. A story about compassion, lust, and hatred.
"I used to build dreams about you."
- F. Scott Fitzgerald, "Benediction"
Started: February 25th, 2018 (originally June 22nd, 2015)
Completed:
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Zayn P.O.V
"So, what is your job basically about?" Blair asks, after the plates were served.
I told Rose to make an authentic Chinese meal with all the goods. She did not fail to deliver. I made note of it.
"Well Malik Enterprise specialises in transporting things all over the world basically " I explain.
"So like FedX?" She questions and I notice how her brows come together like she's deeply focused on me. I like that.
"A more worldwide FedX actually. Besides that we only work with large companies. We don't do domestic deliveries." I add.
She raises her eyebrows before looking away to dig into her food.
"What's your job specifically then? You're the CEO of the company, so that must be pretty harsh, all the work that comes with it." She murmurs.
"Well I just check over all the paper work and make sure everything is in order. I have other people that take the orders and then the people who deliver."
"That's cool I guess."
We eat for another couple of minutes in silence. I glance over at Blair who looks like she is having trouble with her noodles. I watch her for a couple of more seconds before speaking up.
"It's much easier if you twist your fork like this." I say, demonstrating with my own fork.
She blushes embarrassed then quietly thanks me.
"Blair, I would like to know more about you." I began to say when I notice her tense up. I frown at her reaction that seemed to be automatic. Anytime this subject is brought up.
"Depends on what." She responds in an icy tone.
"Well I don't need your life story, but I'd like to know at least, something other than your name, and the fact that you were homeless." I press.
She looks at me chewing on her bottoms lip, which is very distracting, but it doesn't falter me. She sighs sitting back in her chair and looks at me.
"You can ask, but there are some questions, I'm not going to answer." She warns.
"What's your last name?" I began, that should be easy.
"Next." She responds with no hesitation. That makes me frown while she remained expressionless.
"Okay that was weird, do you not have a last name or why can't I know it?" I question.
