Sara's POV-
But what if it is? What if it is really as it seemed?
"Ugh. That's too much for me now." I curse myself for overthinking again. I think I might need a drink or two. I see a resto-bar across the road and decide to go there and relax a bit.
I ordered a glass of beer and some chicken as a side dish. After a few sips, my head was heavy and I felt lonely already.
I took my phone out from my pocket and switched the poor thing on. The silent restaurant was filled with a lot of 'bings' as the notifications flooded in when the screen lit up.
I dialed a familiar number with my fully conscious state of mind and will. Thankfully, he picked up.
.
*on the call*
Sara: Hey.
??: Hey. How are you feeling now?
Sara: Not good. *almost drunk voice*
??: Not good? What happened?
Sara: Uhm. I feel alone. And you know-
??: Are you home?
Sara: No?
??: Ah. You-
*call ends*
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I shrug as the call ends abruptly and order another glass of beer as there was absolutely no other work for me to do here.
After some time, I see a figure approaching me. A male. Tall, well-built and handsome as hell. I just wonder who he was.
He walks up to me and takes a seat across the table. His shoulders well defined, his eyes doing wonders when he looked into mine. His piercings shouting a total jaw-dropping, Greek beauty.
His scent, so fragrant that it stayed in my nostrils as he moved and his voice, so magnificent; as if I got lost in his aura for a moment.
"Sara?"
"Sara!!!"
I was brought back to reality by several bangs on the table by this gentleman. "Are you okay?" He spoke in a concerning voice, yet I got mesmerized by him.
"Sara? Are you even listening to me?" He nudged my shoulder and I clear my blurry vision.
"Ye jun?"
I rubbed my eyes for a minute. So, this Greek beauty was Ye jun? Oh, my eyes. I really must be drunk right now.
"Are you drunk?" He asks.
"Drunk? Me? Never?" I say; my speech almost slurring.
"Yes, you are." He smirks. "Let's go home. Get up." He grabs a hold of my arm to get me up but I yank his hand away.
"No! I want to stay here!" I pout.
He sits there, listening to my crap; not complaining at all. "How much did you drink?" He asks.
"This is my first!" I lie.
"Sure." He stares at me with his head tilted to the side as if he knows exactly when I lie.
"You want some?" I raise my glass to his side.
"No, thanks, miss. I've to drive you home." He chuckles.
"And who asked you to drop me home? I can go myself." I sip some beer from the glass.
"Sure." Another smirk plastered on his face; he leans back on the chair, eyes still on me.
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