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Part 13

They laugh.

Kıvılcım: Metehan is a painter himself. Has he told you?

Gamze looks at Metehan smiling, then looks back at Kıvılcım.

Gamze: He has told me, he even painted for me.

Kıvılcım is taken a back and clearly surprised.

Kıvılcım: What? He has?

Just then Metehan interrupts them.

Metehan: Okay, that enough my beautiful anne. Let's go to the dance floor guys, because my mom's about to interrogate everyone.

The young ones get up from the table and goes to the dance floor.

Ömer and Kıvılcım watch them go.

Ömer: What just happened?

Kıvılcım: Metehan don't paint for anyone accept me. Yes. he paints a lot at home but he has only ever showed me his paintings. It's a sensitive part of him.

Ömer: Looks like you've got competition.

Kıvılcım: I'm not bothered by Gamze, she seems like a nice and smart girl. She's also very beautiful. My son is just falling hard for this girl and as a mother my protective instincts are starting to kick in.

Ömer: His a grown man, Kıvılcım. He does seem like he knows what he's doing and he couldn't have picked a better girl. She's the sweetest.

Kıvılcım: You're not mad that they're working together and in a relationship?

Ömer: No, I don't mind. I have already talked to them, that if it in anyway intervenes with their job, there's going to be trouble.

Kıvılcım: So, you knew about it?

Ömer: Of course, I knew about it. I know everything that goes on in my office.

Kıvılcım: Interesting.

Kıvılcım sat back, taking her wine in her hand. Ömer just kept staring at her rosy cheeks. In the middle of it all, Ömer’s hand drifted under the table, settling warm and possessive on the inside of Kıvılcım’s thigh where her dress left skin bare. She turned her head sharply towards him, giving him that "what exactly do you think you’re doing?" look.

He didn’t even pretend innocence, his eyes stayed fixed on her face, a slow, deliberate smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

She could have shoved his hand away... She could have moved away to break the contact. Instead, she moved her other leg closer to the leg his hand was on, so that the material of her dress fall over his hand. She didn't care much, her resolve was dropping but she also wasn’t about to let anyone notice. The corner of her lip curved in the faintest, almost imperceptible smile. They continue sipping on their drinks.

Meanwhile, Fatma and Can were locked in their own little flirtation bubble, trading jokes and soft touches like no one else existed. Ömer nudges Kıvılcım to look at the two. They look at them smiling, but Can notices it.

Can: Why are you looking at us like that?

Ömer: You might as well sit nose to nose.

Kıvılcım giggles. Fatma fold her arms over her chest.

Fatma: Why are you laughing Kıvılcım?

Kıvılcım wipes the smile off her face.

Kıvılcım: Me? I wouldn't dare.

Fatma smirking.

Fatma: I don't think you should be laughing. If i get started...

Kıvılcım stops Fatma mid sentence.