A/N - Inspired by the third trailer - phew still recovering.
Özgür watches Yesim warily from against the balcony wall as she peppers him with questions. She seems to be interpreting his indifference as anger for reasons he cannot understand. He would have to think about her to be angry with her. Before he knows it, she's approaching him like a lioness on the hunt, determined to turn this night into something it is not. For a moment, he hesitates. He has a beautiful woman draped around him – why wouldn't he take advantage of this?
But, the obvious answer flashes in his mind: Ezgi. Her hands on his beard, her overpowering smell, her Bambi eyes. He sighs and removes Yesim's hands from around his neck, stopping her approach. He may as well stop lying to himself. Ezgi is all he can think about.
"Yesim, please stop."
"Why?" She replies coyly, still trying to play the game.
"Yesim, please. You need to leave."
"What?" She frowns, genuinely confused.
"I'd like to be alone." Özgür explains, doing his best to be diplomatic. He starts to walk to the door, hoping actively kicking her out will be the hint that she needs. This finally does the trick and she stalks out haughtily. He can only hope he doesn't wake up to another terrible article.
Özgür closes the door behind and her and sighs deeply. He rubs his face with his hand, frustrated, before turning to his James Dean poster for some more advice. "What the hell am I doing, abi?" Unfortunately, the poster doesn't have an answer for him.
The next morning, Ezgi doesn't show up at his door for their daily carpool. He realizes he hadn't asked her again the previous night, but he thought it was their habit now. Apparently not.
When Özgür arrives at work, Ezgi is already there, busy preparing for their Latin night. He watches her for a moment and is so impressed by her, already having such great ideas and managing her new team seamlessly. She really is amazing.
Unfortunately, the event means they don't have much time to talk beyond a nod in each others direction upon his arrival. She seems a bit colder than usual, but he hopes it is just because she is preoccupied.
Ozan wants to go to the gym during their break before the dinner rush so Özgür suggests Ezgi join them. He's missed her. She agrees and happily chats away with Ozan on the drive there, sparing only a few words for him. Özgür can't help but feel like he's missed something. Was she mad at him?
As soon as they enter the gym, Ezgi gets a call from the doctor. Özgür watches her take a seat on some equipment to answer the call, trying to control the jealousy raging inside him. He hasn't gotten an update on how the previous night went, but he has to assume it went well if the doctor was already calling. He can't help but think about that damn dream – the memory of her calling him "neighbor" makes him shudder again.
"Özgür, I have a huge problem." Ezgi says, interrupting his thoughts.
"Allah Allah, what now." He asks, feigning irritation. But warmth spreads through his chest now that he has her attention again.
"I just told Serdar I know how to tango."
"And I assume you don't know how to tango?" He raises his eyebrow at her, exasperated.
"That's correct. I have four days to learn." Özgür can't understand why she always ends up make up these ridiculous lies. He wishes she would stop trying to change herself for these men and recognize her own worth. Hell, she'd managed to completely invade his mind and senses just by being the irritating, soft-hearted, beautiful, firecracker that she was. Being herself – albeit a slightly less open, vulnerable, and trusting version – seemed like a winning strategy.
