The Interview

Satisfied

I was sitting on the balcony of my house, drinking scotch. It was almost 10 pm. It was the day of Ellen's birthday. I was torturing myself by watching every interview with her, I checked her instagram account. I felt like some kind of celebrity stalker but I wanted to know how she feels right now, what she's doing. Of course she is with that stupid asshole who's been cheating on her since day one.

I also caught myself watching some fan videos of Meredith and Derek and, to my surprise, I saw few of that dempeo stuff. It hurt. I hurt. I thought of what we could have, of where we could be now.

I stood up from the chair and leaned to the wall of the balcony. I looked around. It was peacefull but I was sad, dissapointed, lonely. I felt so big pain I wanted to cry myself to sleep. I was so desperate for her that I was ready to find her and take her to my place and never let her go again.

As I was standing there, I heard my mobile beeped. I immediately went to my phone and saw one new message from unknown number.

I unlocked the phone and opened the message. I couldn't breathe. Tears started to form in my eyes as I read the message again.

Thank you. E.

She wrote me. She found my number and wrote me. I couldn't believe my eyes. I read the message for the tenth time.

And suddenly, I panicked. Should I write her back? I was thinking. I wanted to write her so bad but I didn't want to push her into something she doesn't want. 

I poured another glass of scotch and downed it. I should write her. I will look like a complete idiot but it doesn't matter. She made an effort in finding my number for a reason. But maybe not.

But on the other hand, we all know women. She is deffinitely waiting for a response. But it is Ellen, my independent girl.

I grabbed my mobile and started to write a message to her but in that moment, I got another message from her. I could feel the heat all over my body as I saw the long text.

You know, I'd prefer one bottle of champage with the note From Paddy. Don't worry, I've already bought 1. Drinking alone.

I couldn't believe my eyes. I was so excited. Is it really happening? Is this real Ellen that I love so bad? Why is she drinking alone? I wanted to call her but I somehow knew that it would be too much. I have to be grateful for this. I was smiling as a freaking teenager that got a text message from his crush. 

I immediately got up and went to my bar and brought one bottle of champagne from France. I ran to my office room to grab a marker and I wrote there "From Paddy". I took a picture of it.

I didn't hesitate and replied.

Is it a kind of invitation?  

And I added the photo of the champagne. And I waited.