"I don't know the club... I mean the only people I know are you, Miles, the bartender whose name I forgot.... and well that's about it. I've had limited exposure so I can see how it would be better for me to build on my relationship with my dad outside of your club."
I laced my fingers together and rested them against my knees as I finished and looked up at him. His face held absolute shock. It was as soon as I looked up at him that he wiped his face of any emotion and just stared back. His face may have been void of emotion, but his eyes I could see held gratitude and shock still.
"You're being serious?" He asked me, his voice calm and clear.
"Nope, I just said all that stuff cause I can." I rolled my eyes at him. "Of course I'm being serious. I'm a very rational person. I tend to look at both points of view and come to an agreement in the middle. I understand where you are coming from, and I'm assuming since there was a sorry post it note on my door that you're apologizing for your rude and unnecessary judgements, so I've just made my decision to do what is best for all those involved."
He continued to stare at me as if I were insane and I stared back only to let out a giant sigh and look away.
"So, why are you here?" I asked him.
He gave a gentle shake of his head and I could have sworn that I saw a slight uplift of his lips as he looked away from me and towards the window.
"I came because Terror wants you there, and I was afraid that I had ruined whatever relationship you were trying to build."
"You really care about him." I stated.
I watched as his body tensed slightly as he folded his arms and continued to look at the window. He gave me a short nod and I sensed that I wasn't going to get any other answers from him tonight. He seemed to be looking past into a memory of his and instead of stare at him, I decided to grab the both of us bottles of water. Once I grabbed the bottles and walked back to where I was sitting, I went to put a bottle on the corner table near where he was sitting.
"Why did you come home early today?" He suddenly asked me.
"You said that you had plans, but that you had come back early. Why?" His gaze was intense and it seemed as if he was trying to study me for my reactions. He was trying to know more about me, besides the outward appearance of what he had previously seen.
"My boyfriend has the worst friends, that I can't seem to get rid of. I didn't want to be around them so I left them." I hoped that my voice was casual and free from the anger I had felt early that evening.
"Yeah, his name is Ben."
He gave me a thoughtful nod as he ran his hand through his hair.
"Why didn't he come with you?"
I couldn't help but let out a soft laugh with a slight shake of my head. "Theo, do you really want to know all about my relationship?"
He gave me a shrug, "I'm trying to understand you more." That statement stopped my light laughs in its track. My head snapped up to meet his eyes and they seemed to be open and honest. He seemed to want to put what he said in the past and actually come to know me as me.
"Ben and I may both be lawyers, but who we choose as close friends couldn't be different. I've been friends with Jules... my best friend... since high school. We've been able to establish our trust in one another and our loyalties. She's not afraid to tell me when I need to relax and take the stick out of my ass and I'm not afraid to tell her when she's being a pushover and needs to stand up for herself.
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Mia had lived what she deemed a normal life. She had wonderful parents who worked hard and supported her throughout her life. At the age of 25 she received a call stating that her parents had passed away in a car accident. After their death she real...