Her Assistant

[14] Phil

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Love,
C
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Phil

Phil patiently waited for her next words. It hurt to see her cry, what's worse was it's because of him. He wanted to take her in his arms but she would surely refuse.

She wiped her tears, sniffed. "Phil, you wouldn't understand. Just go home, it's been a long week. Please let me rest." Retreating from her previous position, she strode to her bedroom and locked herself in.

I should follow her, but that could make things worse...

Phil walked to her desk, took a pen and a paper. He was hesitant to write to her. All he wanted was to apologize and make things better between them.
"Chloe,
I'm sorry."
Was all he could write.

Worry crawled within his system, what if something bad happens to her? He just left her in a very bad state.

He sighed, leaving her apartment in silence.

~*~
Friday night. The night Chloe and Teddy got wasted in the former's apartment. He chose to stay at the bar across Chloe's apartment building just in case she will need him.

Phil sat on the bar stool, smiling at himself like a fool. Chloe still had that effect on him -- that effect that made him gleam at random times by just thinking of her.

This kind of moment never happened when he was still with his ex-fiance, Cerina. Yes, she's beautiful and frequently part of men's fantasies, but Chloe still haunted him in the most enchanting way.

No matter how hard he tried to forget Chloe, he still searched for her in his past girlfriends. No one could make him happy the way Chloe did.

Those times when he was feeling blue in college, Chloe was the only one who could make him laugh. What a great girl, he thought.

She never deserved an asshole.

"Who's the lucky girl, sir?" The young female bartender interrupted his thoughts. He blinked as he glanced at the petite blonde lady.

"You're lost in your thoughts, probably a beautiful girl, eh?" The bartender's Scottish accent caught his attention wholly. It brought some good memories he had in Canada when he was a child.

He chuckled, imagining how silly he looked when he's in love. "Yes, she definitely is." He agreed.

"A beautiful lady for a handsome man, perfect," the bartender sincerely gleamed, "So what can I get you?"

"Scotch, on the rocks please," Phil requested.

"So, tell me about this girl, new face." The bartender said, as she gave him his expensive drink.

"Annoying, intimidating, stubborn, arrogant, and a total bitch," he told her then took a sip of his drink. God, this is not the scotch I wanted.

"Whoa, the only good thing you said about this lady is she's beautiful. Physical appearance doesn't really matter you know," the bartender raised an eyebrow at him.

"Look, uh..." She didn't have a nameplate.

"Helga." The bartender filled in.

"Helga, this girl is the most amazing person I met," Phil clarified, wanting to erase the bad image in Helga's head.