Amor Vincit Omnia

IX.

AVO || Chris

     First thing I confirmed when the owner went out of the car was that he was not old. And he wasn't even near the word terror. Thank goodness or else my job would've been harder. The second thing I confirmed - and the worst thing - was that he was the man who planted doubts in mine and Sam's head.

It was Christian.

He looked fresh as he stared at me frozen on my spot. I don't know how to respond with the smile he was giving me. If I give him a smile, it would come out as forced and it would totally make my face look awkward. If I say 'hi' back, my voice might crack and that would be embarrassing. Instead, I raised my hand halfway and waved. I think that's the safest response.

I heard him snort before walking towards me casually, "What brings you to my home?"

"Y-yo... you're home. This is yours?" I gestured to the gate.

"Yes, it is."

I bit my lip and slowly nodded. Great. He's the one I need to interview. Now I wish I should've just taken my original job in Miami. I can't help but think of what Sam's reaction would be if he finds out. He would definitely explode. I better not tell him. This interview will only take an hour and a half. After that, I submit my paper to Ms. Coleman and I'm done.

"What brings you here, Elizabeth?"

There was something in the way he said my name that sent electricity down my spine. It was like he was teasing me about something I don't know. And the way he locks his gaze with mine gives me a different vibe. He can't possibly be Kris. He's different.

"Um, I'm from Orion Publishing House. I was sent by my boss to interview you about the house you made for your grandmother," I said directly, "It would be of great pleasure if you give us a chance to tell your story to the people."

"Orion Publishing House," he said in wonder, "Isn't that a trade publishing type of company? I don't recall it selling newspapers."

I shake my head and smiled, "We also write newspapers but not often. It's more like a... limited edition type of newspaper. Only the extraordinary type of stories get featured."

He squinted his eyes at me as a grin slowly starts to form on his lips, "Extraordinary type, huh?"

I nodded immediately, "Only the best of the best."

"All right. Let's go." He walked back to his car and opened the door of the passenger's seat. He raised a brow at me when he saw that I didn't budge from my spot.

"Oh, right. Sorry."

I could see the smirk playing on his lips as he closed the door and walked to the driver's side. Now I'm stuck in a car with the man who I think is Kris. I hope this will only be a short drive.

"The man you're with the last time we met, is he your boyfriend?"

He was looking directly at the road when he asked that. Out of all the questions he could've asked, he chose that.

"Uh, yes."

"How long have you been together?"

I shifted on my seat as I felt that our situation was getting uncomfortable by each passing second.

"Four years. Almost five."

I watched him nod slowly. I hope that's the last question.