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“Water, please. I’ve had enough alcohol.” Personally, I thought so too. She’s a mumbling, shaky mess.
We sat down, taking in the scenery and enjoying each other’s company and silence.
“How many places do you own?”
“Quite a few,” I responded.
“So you’re like rich rich?” she asked and giggled, allowing her head to fall on my shoulder.
“Let’s not pretend like you haven’t done your research.” I chuckled.
She rolled her eyes. “I don’t have the patience for you to be witty. Answer me.”
“Yeah, I’m rich rich,” I chuckled nervously. I didn’t like talking about my wealth; it made me seem like more of a cocky, arrogant asshole than I already was.
“When do you normally go home?”
“I’m not here often, but I go home soon. You?”
“I’m leaving whenever I feel like it,” she giggled. “You only live once, you know?”
“Definitely.” It was nice speaking with her on this basis. No work, no jobs, nor stipulations. Just two human beings enjoying an unexpected night together. I just hope Johnny kept the paparazzi away from here.
“I read somewhere that you have a girlfriend,” she said, looking up in my eyes. Her tone came out more of her asking me if I had one.
My body slightly tensed, and I sat up in the chair.
“Did I say something wrong?” She asked, sitting up in the seat.
“No, you didn’t say anything wrong and what you read is false, I’m single. I don’t have a girlfriend,” I said, grabbing my scotch glass and taking a sip of it.
“Got it,” she said and sighed. “Are you okay?”
“Am I okay? Why?”
“Yeah. Are you okay?”
“I am,” I responded. “Are you?”
“The world may never know,” she sighed. I didn’t know what to say about this.
“One day. Maybe not the world, but at least me.”
She laughed and looked back at Abigail. She was having the time of her life, laughing and drinking with Mikkel. She was definitely more drunk than Ms. Willis had been, but at least she was in a safe space. If they couldn’t manage to get home, I would’ve ensured that they got wherever they were going, safely.
Azzaria slipped into my arms even more, and we were basically hugging at this point. Her head rested on my chest, and my arms involuntarily hung around her. It wasn’t everyday, or at all, that I’d be seen in these circumstances, but I didn’t mind it. I didn’t want to move, and by the looks of it, she didn’t want to either.
“I can’t stop looking at your face. Since I met you this week, something was just—”
“Different?” I asked, interrupting her statements.
“Yeah,” she said and sighed.
“What’s so different?”
“I don’t know.” She yawned. “Just different, good different.”
“Interesting.”
