The Lady With Her Hijab On.

Chapter 3: Okay but, w h y?

Hana gave the number a call and it is answered in a not so very friendly voice.

A man.

Being someone that is terrible when communicating with guys, she just babbles about her whereabouts, and now, waiting for him when he said he will arrive in 5 minutes.

She plays with her phone, a lame game about running and grabbing money and stuff before a shadow covers the light source from her.

She looks up to find him; a man that owns a hazel eye, eyelashes so thick with perfect curls, nearly 190cm tall, maybe? Holy fish. His stature got her female's heart melt like ice-cream being exposed to volcano. Maybe it evaporates.

''...Yes...?'' She didn't realize that she dropped her phone, noticing more cracks on the screen when she picked it up. Oh my god.

''Seems like you have dropped it many times before.'' The man looks over her phone as she tried to switch it on but to no avail. The phone's dead. Why, on all times like this, must this happen?!?!?!

''Uh, yeah. Are you perhaps the guy named A or so? Uhm. Thank you for paying the bills. How much was it for my 3 days stay?'' She looks up at him before grabbing onto her purse, wanting to pay him on the spot.

''For a person that just got shot on the thigh, 3 days of unconsciousness sounds like exaggerating.'' He snickers as he crosses his arms over her chest.

W o w .

The cockiness.

' I AM TAKING BACK MY COMPLIMENTS ON HIM.' Is what is written all over her mind. She nearly crushed her purse in her hand, not wanting to immediately attacc on this man.

''10 000 Ruble only.''

She nearly choked on her own throat, unzipping her wallet to see the amount of money that she has. She looks up at him before she grabs her cane, going to the reception to actually ask the amount of her bills.

''It's 10 000 Ruble, miss. Also, that man has paid for it.'' The nurse re-confirmed her thoughts before she slowly turns to look at the man. If it were an anime, there would be hundreds beads of sweats falling down on her cheeks.

''Why? Can't pay for it?'' His red lips formed a cocky smirk. A smirk so cocky that she felt like she wants to throw her cane at him. Her purse barely has notes in it and, now what?

''I am sorry... I don't have enough money. Can I bit by bits pay by months?'' She bit her lower lip, trying to sound as convincing as possible

But

That

Freaking

Man.

His nose gotten higher and mightier as he steps closer to her, towering her 153cm height with no effort at all.

''Oh. I don't want money from you.'' His deep voice echoes in her eardrum, making her gulp a lump of nervousness down her throat.

''Then, what do you want me to do?''