AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Or can I?
My only other option is to wait outside until he comes back. But there’s no way I’m waiting an hour and a half in the rain, for a man who seems stingy as fudge. Forget it, I’m going inside.
Unsurprisingly, the cinema is pretty empty considering its only six a clock in the evening. It’s one of the nicer one in the area, old style glamour, thick carpets and crimson drapes in the windows and it smells heavily of popcorn.
But Pendragon is nowhere to be found and I inhale, walking over to the shiny counter to buy a ticket.
“What movie?” The guy asks, looking like he just smelled something bad. I clear my throat bending forward a little and I feel like a 50s gangster.
“I don’t know yet,” I say in a low, discreet voice. “But there was a man here previously, tall, dark and handsome. And I mean really handsome. Kinda rude though. I want to see the same movie he’s watching.”
The guy stares at me, raising a bushy brow and my cheeks flush.
“I swear I’m not a stalker,” I blurt. If I get reported for this, then I’m not expecting gold status. I’m expecting to be made the boss at least, for this kind of dedication.
“Uh-hah,” he says slowly, crossing his arms and I clench my jaw. Just because you follow a man and he doesn’t know about it and possibly doesn’t even want to see you, doesn’t make you a stalker.
Does it?
“Look it’s important that I get a hold of him, I need to talk...”
“My girlfriend broke up with me three months ago,” the guy says abruptly and I jerk.
“Um...” I begin, when he whispers conspiratorially,
“I get what you’re going through. I stalk my girlfriend too sometimes,” he grimaces as if remembering that honesty is a virtue, “or well, a lot be honest.”
“He’s not my b...boyfriend and I’m not a stalker,” I stutter and he snivels as if he can’t be fooled.
“Yeah all right, love. Call yourself whatever you want,” he gives me a ticket, “but it takes one to know one.”
Awkward and way TMI but whatevs, at least I’m in.
Once I find the right viewing room I make sure to enter it quickly so that Pendragon doesn’t detect me. The commercials are already over and the movie has begun. I don’t even know what I’m watching, some action movie with a French actor but I don’t care about the flick. I’m here for Pendragon and I freeze when I see his profile.
He’s sitting close to the screen, looking dead serious and yummy with that scowl. It’s not fair that he looks like a million bucks both from the front and the side.
And I feel like I’m observing a wild animal I don’t know how to get close to. Barging in on him would be the wrong way to go as well as walk by and pretend that I didn’t notice him and just happened to bump into him.
He’d see through all of that...
My heart pumps in my chest and I lean back in my velvet pew and take a deep breath.
Relax, Zee. You got this.
I twitch when Pendragon’s phone buzzes and a guy, sitting with his girlfriend a couple of seats him whines at him to turn it off. Pendragon immediately snaps back, shutting him down just like that and the guy sinks into his seat.
Defeated and probably in need of therapy now.
I sink a little too. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all...
3.
Zerena
I wait a couple of fifteen minutes or so, before I decide to attack. As discreetly as I can I make my way through the pews, crawling over the empty seats to quicker make my way to my target but very soon it feels like I’m crawling through a jungle.
In my head this seemed like an excellent, effective idea but it proves to be a mistake. It would have been easier had I just walk around and when my jacket gets stuck in one of the seats, people turn to look at me.
