Starts With Goodbye (18+ MATURE)

Chapter 4: "Sweets for the Beautiful Angel."

Chapter 4: "Sweets for the Beautiful Angel."

Reid's POV

From the garden, I could see Hannah's silhouette, she's leaning against the window frame in the guest room where she's staying. I have no idea if she's watching me from afar or she's just in deep thought, not caring if I'm about to die from lack of oxygen due to strenuous running for almost an hour. Recalling yesterday's events made it even harder for me to breathe. Hannah's pain stricken face haunted my thoughts and conscience.

I could not believe that I just acted a douche to her. Last time I checked, we're on speaking terms and really got along. We barely know each other but that four-hour talk over coffee was enough for me to say that she's a good person. Maybe it's just the plaguing thoughts and talks I've had with Benj that triggered me to embarrass her even though I knew she doesn't deserve any harsh treatment.

 And now, I really fucked up. She won't even listen to me or give me a chance to apologize and explain.

'Collect your thoughts, dude. Man up. Fix the mess you created, moron.' I mentally chided myself.

However, I have no idea how to make amends with her. Out of nowhere, mom appeared beside me as she put down two cups of freshly brewed coffee.

"Diamonds are girl best friends. But we mostly appreciate sweets from men." She plopped down on the seat and sipped a coffee.

I looked at her, contemplating the things she just said. Did she just given me advice how to get on Hannah's good side?

Talk about having a guardian angel.

"What kind of sweets, mom?" I asked not knowing what kind of sweets women indulge themselves in. 

“The usual sweets, my dear son. Just visit a pastry shop and all you need is to wave your cash and you’ll get them in a snap.”

“So, you know where’s the best place to buys sweets?” I asked her.

I would not play the part of Mr. Know-It-All since I really have no idea about great places where to buy sweets.  The only good place I could think of are coffee shops which I think are a no-no since Hannah is a culinary graduate.

Surely, she has an impeccable taste for sweets.

“Conti’s.” She muttered as she sipped her coffee.

“Oh. I’ve heard that from a colleague before. Where’s the nearest branch, mom?”

“ATC I think. See you later, son.” She winked at me as she headed inside the mansion.

“Oh. And please buy me a Mango Bravo.” She called out which just leave me chuckling at her retreating form.

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“Thank you sir, come again!” The lovely cashier said as she handed me the boxes of sweets I just ordered.

“Thank you, you sure she will love these?” I mouth-pointed at the boxes I’m carrying and the others that were being carried by the waiter.

I will surely give him a great amount of tip later. He surely deserves it just by looking at his struggling stance not to let the boxes fall or collide with each other.

“Of course sir, just the thought of clearing our counter buying all the desserts will make her love you even more.” She answered with a bright smile.