The Heartless Billionaire (EBS 3) [UNEDITED]

Chapter 4: The First Day with the Brute!

"Sure!" she chuckled softly, as she tried to conceal that little shyness but her cheeks already looking pink.

"Thank you," I grinned and I waited for her as she rounded the desk and stop beside me.

"Shall we?" she cheekily grinned and I nodded. It seems that she's getting comfortable with me.

We walk side by side to the elevator as we chatted. I found that she lives 25 minutes away and lived with her grandmother since her mother had passed away when she gave birth of her. And her father has another family. We have the same sentiments in life for losing both parents, albeit her father was still alive, he wasn't around her. Her grandparents raise her mostly. But when she graduated university, her grandfather passed away.

She led me to a diner not farther from the building, and they had a very cheap but delicious meal, according to her.

"Is the place fine with you?" she asked anxiously. She looks edgy.

"It's fine, Naeah. I don't care about the place. As long as it will satisfy my tummy, I'm all good," I smiled to reassure her. We were sitting over by the window overlooking the CMSA building entrance.

"What can I get for you to drink, Ms?" the waiter asked as she hands us the menu. She looks like in her mid 40's with her black apron on, three pockets on the bottom of the apron, holding her little note and pens.

"Just an Ice tea for me please," I smiled. Naeah ordered a pop. Then the lady left promising to come back with our drinks, and we both scanned the menu. I decided to order the pork souvlaki on a pita, signature pork souvlaki sticks, grilled to perfection, topped with onions, tomatoes, and tzatziki, according to the menu. Sounds mouth watering to me.

"Have you decide what to get?" Naeah smiled, as she folded back the menu.

"Yeah. I'll try their Pita with pork souvlaki," I replied enthusiastically as I beamed at her.

"Excellent choice! That's one of their best here," she guaranteed, smiling widely.

"Is that so?" my smile widens. I can't wait to taste it. She nodded enthusiastically and I chuckled cheekily. "Have you made up your mind?" I asked since I noticed her pushing the menu on the side of the table.

"Yeah. I'll try their chicken pita club, it's a grilled chicken breast and bacon, topped with lemon garlic mayo, lettuce, and tomato. I always had your choice today. It's my favorite here. I'll try something else," she grinned. We stop talking when the waiter arrived with our drinks. She put our drinks in front of us, then she took her note and pens out of her apron's pocket.

"What's your order?" she smiled at me. I gave her my order. It took her a second to jot it down, and then took Naeah's order. Not long, she left smiling, taking the two menus with her.

We chatted as we waited for our order. We soon find each others giggling. I found myself drawn to her sweetness and kindness. She was the opposite of me and a bit closer to Christine. For sure, Christine will like her. I wanted to befriend her. I know Christine would be surprised, but she will for sure like her. Christine was never the snobby one. I used to when my parents were still alive. Mostly friends I hang out with was millionaire's or billionaire's kids. Kids who can afford to host wild parties, who drives luxurious cars, and shops until dusk. That's when Christine wasn't around as well.

But when I lost my parents, none of them even send their condolences nor even a little words of comfort. I know they were all now in different towns, but emails, phones, text, or maybe a letter should do, but not even a single text. That is when I realized they weren't my real friends. Christine is, and hoping Naeah will be. She is five years older, but she was pleasant. Age doesn't matter in friendships.