I Crash You

29 - Promises

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The liar that he was, the busy man that he was, we never got to talk it out after lunch.

We ended up dining at a bar as usual, the only difference was the private table, not directly on the bar tabletops where those cute handsome sweethearts stood.

"Stop staring at him, it's weird."

"It's alright if he's staring back at me with the same look." I winked at the one with fluffy light brown hair, green eyes. Oh my, they attracted me the same way any glow in the dark did.

"Lynx." He cleared his throat.

"What? You're the one asking me out, you're the one who was all busy in the schedule, you're the one who ditched me, you-."

"We could've done it over lunch."

"No, it's unethical to eat and talk business except if it was a lunch meeting."

"It's also unethical to flirt with other man when you have your own man in front of you."

"I did the same on the blind date we first met. You were attractive."

"Were? Lynx!"

I walked my way and slipped my ass up on the barstool.

"Hey, I heard the wine's best here." I said.

"And you're the best that occurred here tonight." The boy smirked. Holy moly those pulpy ripe cherry lips.

"Pardon me, stop flirting with my girlfriend."

"Wh-,"

"Sorry for the misunderstanding, she was mad at me for something." He grabbed my wrist.

"Ors!" I hissed.

"Please, excuse us," he dragged me back to another table where I could only face the glass wall and the nightview of the city lights behind it, and his thin flat emotionless face.

"You said lying isn't good in any way." I folded my arms sulking.

"My teacher said it was unprofessional." He rolled his eyes as I smirked. "Look, Lynx. I'm not here to bicker nor watching you flirt with other man."

"Jealous? Be cuter then. Joe is actually cute but just perverty and creepy, h-," he leaned in and kissed my forehead as I froze on spot. "That's sweet, not cute." I frowned, at least I did try hard to keep it stay and not turned upside down. Let's be cooperative, my bitch slutty lips, stop fussing over the carbon dioxide released from the tunnel under his tall nosebridge or maybe also his full lips. You can do that too, no need to exaggerate, his respiratory system was just doing it's job.

Fuck my luck, this hoe of an asshole needed to learn how to unsexy himself in his monotonous piece of shirt and two loose buttons on top.

"Let's talk now. Here," he handed me a paper, changing the topic as he always did. "It's your real schedule. We'll say you're on business trip."

"Wow. Very convincing, isn't it? As convincing as I'm convinced you'll crash my flight in one of these so-convincing days." I laughed humourlessly.

It was a trip plan. At least for the country and flights. So, this was why he had asked me what would I do if I get the whole year vacation last time.

"For the first few flights, Vanya will tag along with you. She had agreed, to make it less suspicious." Yup, that suspiciousness about me being the only one on a very long businesstrip.

"As if," I scoffed.

"She said she'll join again some time later when she finds countries she wants to visit and if it fits her schedule. Also, whether that's fine by you."