No, no, no. She can't possible like that miniature of a man. It doesn't matter if he's taller than her. He's still a miniature next to him. You can't even compare them.
"But Volkan said that he's good...." Kerem says out loud fighting with himself. "What does Volkan know either way?" He says but his mind still spirals. Did she got over him so quickly? Is she really ready to move on with another man? She does go on dates with him which means she wants to give him, no to give them a chance.
"That can't happen! Never!" He says "Over my dead body." He turns to look himself in the mirror and as usual the mirror talks back.
'Now go and be more dashing than ever. Show her that we can't be replaced.'
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She knows that using Omer is wrong but she can't help herself seeing how Kerem reacts to him. He's jealous, he sees him like a competition and if that's what he needs to admit to her that his decision was wrong well... She will apologize to Omer when all this is over. For now she'll get ready to look stunning tonight and update her instagram profile with stories and photos.
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Kerem is sitting at a table and across from him is Ceyda. He didn't even want her here but he wants his plan to work and this is the most efficient way. He's facing the door. He wants to see her when she walks in and he wants to be the first person she sees. He's getting bored, always looking up to spot her. And then she finally steps inside the restaurant. Hair down almost waves, a short black dress high heel boots. It's like she came out of his dream. And then he spots the rose on her hand, and him next to her. He wants to hit his face and send him back where he came from. He doesn't remove his stare from her and sees the surprise the confusion and then the realization in her eyes. Ceyda keeps talking but he doesn't pay any attention to her, all he sees is Ayse.
Ayse on the other hand doesn't know how to react. She wasn't ready to face him. That wasn't her plan. Omer is the one who suggest going and saying hello and Ayse bookmarks on her brain to apologize to him sincere when all this is over because he's a really good man.
"Good evening." She says and Ceyda looks at her first shocked and then a smug smile forms to her face.
"Good evening. We didn't expect to see you on the same restaurant right Kerem?" The witch says and Ayse has to hold herself back not to punch her.
"But now that they are here they might as well sit with us. If you want to of course." Kerem suggests and he sits up to pull out the chair next to him so she can sit.
Ayse was about to say no but seeing the look on Ceyda's face she changed her mind. "Omer?" She asks politely.
"Of course, Please let me help." He says and helps her sit down before he sits across from her. "I don't believe we've met. I'm Omer, Ayse's... really close friend." He says and offers his hand to Ceyda.
"So what is your occupation Omar?" Kerem asks and Ayse is quick to correct him "Omer you mean."
"Yes that. So?" They talk but Ayse doesn't listen. He is jealous. He still cares.
"And how did you two meet Homer?" Kerem asks interrogating the poor man.
"My dear Kerem, his name is Omer why do you keep changing it?" Ceyda asks and she laughs.
