strangers to lovers

CHAPTER-EIGHT:

My mouth was hanging as I watched Ella leave through the doorway with a hangnail in my mouth as I watched her leave. The feeling was one I hadn't felt in a very long time, and finding words to describe how strong it was was difficult. Additionally, her fierceness caused controversy due to her offensive words and coarseness. The way in which he spoke to me was unique and different from anything I had ever heard. In spite of the fact that he is my best friend, he has never been close to me. Was the hair flip purposeful? Dylan's tone was hard. "Luke," he repeated. In response to what I said, he raised both eyebrows briefly, but quickly dropped them in an disapproving manner. You seem to be just sitting there doing nothing. Why don't you chase after her?" As she just said to me, "Why would I do such a thing?" Have you really heard yourself all night?" "Luk, I'm serious. I realized I had made a mistake when I reviewed my remarks." Seeing how others responded, I realized it was more serious than I originally thought. The sentence did not offend me, even though some might find it offensive. I apologize for if I sounded harsh, even if I may have phrased it differently. It was just an honest statement that I made. My time to come clean to you is going to be long, but how long will she be offended when I do? Ella is such a hard person to be honest with. I know you're proud of yourself, but please think before you speak." I sighed and adjusted the position of my chair. As Dylan sighed and turned towards me, he said, "I'm sure you are a little nervous when you are around people like Ella, but I hope you will think twice before you speak with her." There is no doubt that she works hard, despite the fact that she is poor. I am sure that she does not like being reminded of that fact regularly. This is especially true for people like us who are particularly prone to it. You mentioned it repeatedly throughout the evening, and it seemed to be a major topic of discussion. Regardless of whether or not you realized it, your behavior throughout the night towards her was utterly assholery. My first thought was that since Dylan didn't swear, I had perhaps treated her in a rude manner because she didn't swear. There were a couple of times where we were together and she had not paid attention to what I said, so why has she changed? The fact that she kept it to herself may have made her think I was rude all along. There is a possibility that alcohol might have played a role in her decision to snap. It caught my attention when she had an empty plate in front of her. There was a feeling of guilt that crept up on me when I remembered some of the remarks I made to her. I recalled a few of those remarks. It didn't appeal to me. Dylan was standing up when I looked at him for the first time. In the midst of all that, I was forced to throw my napkin as well. As I stood there, I wondered where the attractive drunk girl in a dress and heels was going. I also stood as a result of her inability to find a way home. In response to his insistent follow, he replied, "If you want me to try to find her for you, let me know." I realized not too long ago that I had begun to say no to the things I was being asked to do. As he gave me a funny look, I avoided his gaze in an attempt to avoid being stared at. It didn't matter if Dylan was there, so why should it have been significant? In that situation, I was not attracted to the idea of being alone with Ella. Considering how much she disliked me already, I did not think it was right for me to continue to impose on her. In the event that I hadn't invited Dylan along to our dinner tonight, he would have been an excellent addition to our dinner. Perhaps he can provide her with the assistance she needs to calm down. If I suddenly decided that I wanted to do that myself, I could also do that by myself. Even if I had the skill and compassion to handle a situation like this, I knew I would not be able to deal with it. My life has never been filled with situations in which a girl has been angry with me for any reason. In the past, when I had meaningful discussions with them, this rarely happened. After a brief moment of contemplation, I tossed the check down onto the ground along with some bills. I explained to Dylan, who was having a conversation with his brother, that in those heels she would not have been able to make it far. In addition to that, I think that you should seriously discuss what it means to be on a date," the man stated as we passed the other patrons in the bar. There was a great deal of surprise in my heart when he said those words. It had been an extremely positive experience for me to bring women out like this in the past. There is nothing wrong with pretending to date her but she is still a girl and it is right to treat her as kindly as possible." "What do you mean?" "What's so funny to you?" Is it sending your best friend to invite you?" "Forcing your clothing choices on her?" Luke, you did not date any of those girls. I don't think that you dated any other women that I have dated, Luke. I mean, you didn't date any other women. During the course of one night, you had a relationship with them, but then you moved on to something else. As he grinned a bit, he cut me off and said, "There's a lot you need to learn about the dating world here." It seemed he was happy. This is even more special because it was Ella who made it happen. The way Dylan talked about Ella was something you hadn't seen before." Dylan tightened his lips and remarked. "You haven't seen anything like her." I chose not to respond, for I didn't know what drew Dylan to her. Is she different from me in any way? Everyone in the room could see how attractive she was, but there were plenty of other women in the room who were equally attractive. It was a constant source of communication between Dylan and me and them. You don't often get the chance to speak in this manner to a beautiful woman. It was difficult to silence the voice in my head, even though I knew it was right, even though I knew it was the right thing to do. In the face of such adversity, she showed an admirable amount of courage. I hurriedly descended the stairs and stepped onto the street, but Ella was nowhere to be found, as we hurriedly descended the stairs. There was a significant drop in temperature as we entered the city, and I regret not buying her a jacket by the time we reached the city center. Since the city was always busy, even if it was still warm at night, the city would eventually cool off due to the constant bustle. There would be a significant difference in temperature between Poughkeepsie and the rest of the country. I think we should split up after looking in both directions down the road, and Dylan suggested taking a look in both directions. While agreeing to this, I rolled up the sleeves of my shirt until they reached my elbows. "I'll go this way. If you find her, please call me." Dylan replied, hastily hurrying away in the opposite direction. In an attempt to keep up with my watch, I began to walk quickly. It was getting close to midnight. After passing another restaurant with a group of drunken men in it, I felt a sense of unease wash over me as I passed by. There was something so cute about Ella when she was so small. Her defeat would be no problem for you if you knew what you were doing. If someone tried to abduct her, is there a possibility that she would be able to fight them off if they tried to abduct her? Using the information she gave me as well as the phone number she gave me, I called her. In my second attempt to contact her, she did not respond to my call. Nothing. My anger and worry were both present at the same time in the same situation. Why did she not answer my question? Could you tell me what her reason was? Would she have been able to answer the question if there had been any danger? As I ran my hands through my hair, I glanced over at the CVS on the corner of the street before turning my attention elsewhere. There was no one in the room. There may have been a cab waiting for her at the time. Does she have the funds to take a cab back? Although she was not answering my calls, I had hoped that if she wasn't answering my calls, she might at least have read my text message on her smartphone. Avoid taking a cab. As a result, it will be very expensive to get you home. What is your location? Please call me. My attention was caught by the flash of a short, cropped-haired young woman in a long black dress. This was out of the corner of my eye. I suddenly jerked my head around. Not Ella. A crick had just popped in my neck as a result of the sudden action I had just taken, so I breathed out. It would be pointless to walk around the city looking for her if she had left or ducked into another bar or restaurant if she'd left or disappeared. If she had left or disappeared, it would be pointless to go around the city looking for her. I began walking back to my hotel. What was the point of wasting time and effort on something I didn't need to do? She made the decision to leave on her own, and it was her own decision. She was an adult woman, and despite his five-foot-three height, he was easily hoisted over my shoulder since I was a tall boy. Her dress would also have made it easy for whatever scum she encountered to access her. It is evident from what happened at Michelangelo's restaurant. She had a very unhealthy relationship with him. As I pulled my phone out of my pocket, I saw that my finger had jammed on the call button once again. After it rings twice, a standard ringtone will appear on the screen. It was only a matter of seconds before the ringing of my phone stopped as soon as the call switched to voicemail. Immediately after I hit the call button again, the call started again. As my eyes flew up to the ground, I noticed the phone screen that lit up on the sidewalk. On the screen, an e-mail address flashed, and I grabbed it as quickly as I could. The phone belonged to Ella. It all happened in a split second and I was frozen in place as my heart skipped a beat. Ella could not possibly have gotten into such a situation in such a short amount of time. It wasn't possible. Despite not having seen her, her phone was on the ground, even though she was nowhere to be seen. An unfamiliar, sharp, high-pitched voice was calling out "Hey!" and it was very familiar and loud. While my hands were clenched around the phone, I threw my head back and looked at him. The voice that was being heard was without a doubt Ella's voice. And she was close. When I realized that I had missed seeing her walk by, it took me a moment to realize how much I had missed. In times like these, I often pass groups of businessmen and slow my pace as I listen intently for her voice as I pass them. After hearing his words, I froze in my tracks, as if I had been struck by lightning. My first reaction was to tell him to refrain from touching me. "I'm fine!" she exclaimed. There was a voice in the middle of the group that could be heard. The men in the crowd said, "We're just trying to help." That was the only statement they could make. Due to the fact that he is bald, I could not see his face because the back of his head was blocking my view of his face. Ella appeared disheveled in front of him as he stood up straight, but it was not her fault. Her own voice, as small as the one that echoed throughout her body, asked her to let go once more, but the voice was not loud enough to hear. There was no doubt in their minds that they were doing the right thing. It was with clenched teeth that I took a step forward and a step back. As Ella glanced at me with her wide eyes filled with tears and a wide blink, she said, "Excuse me." While I held my ground and looked the guy holding her arm in the eye, my lips stayed pressed to my cheeks and my eyebrows narrowed up as I stood my ground. The name tag he was wearing caught my attention. Dante. "What?" he said. I pointed to Ella. In the time Ella spent with the bald man, Dante beat her to the punch by saying something to him. Suddenly I was caught off guard by her expression as she stared at me. As she looked at me, she asked, "What am I now? I'm your property?" I could not believe her attitude. Isn't it likely that she would have seen me rescue her if she had seen me rescue her? The bald man was shouting at Ella, "Don't let her leave," as she stepped closer to him to avoid arguing back with him. "Let her go!" I asked. "I don't want to go," Ella said quickly. My mouth would not stay shut and I just had to say something. Did she create the terrible reputation that I had because of the adverse reputation she had on me? There was no one else around her but me! I was the only one who knew what was going on! With a face twisted in pain, Ella fell to one side as Dante shoved her behind him and said, "Don't listen to her," as he pushed her behind him. It was only then that I heard myself yell, "Oh." No matter what he does, this guy will never be able to harm her, but if he does not act, he will nonetheless be able to harm her. He kept his distance from Ella and me, so it's difficult to tell whether he was aiming at us both or if he was shooting at Ella. I heard him ask sarcastically, "Who are you?" Trying to keep my voice even, I warned him when she refused to release her grasp, but she would not relinquish it. In the event that I had to fight him, I knew that I was probably not going to be able to defeat him if I had to fight him. Should you not allow me to leave the house, I would also call the police as her boyfriend if you would not let me. There was a big difference between him and me in size. A smirk spread across her face as she looked at me from behind him as he replied in a square posture, "She seems to believe that you don't know her." Although I tried hard to walk away while I was thinking about what was happening, it was impossible. Considering that she was drunk, and given that she was angry with me, it would appear that she was immature, and her actions could have been related to that. My immediate reaction was to scream as the sugary tone of Dante's voice greeted me as he said, "Be on your way, we will take care of this young lady." If you would be so kind as to show me a copy of your name tag, it would be most appreciated. Taking a step closer to him, I took a look at it and took a moment to ask. Their faces were marked by surprise, as the four men who had been silent became stony-faced. I see that you work in this restaurant. I wonder what your position is? Are you the manager there?" It would have been more logical for Dante to listen to what Dante had to say instead of trying to figure out what he was saying. "I'd just like to check your name and position before I go to your boss to find out if he will take an interest in his employee harassing a woman." I kept my hands in my pockets and said casually, "Just checking your name and position before I go to your boss." "Despite my limitations in terms of ability to use my hands, I was able to accomplish what I could not do with my words. Dante scoffed. The memory of him having a trustworthy friend is something I remember vividly from my childhood. My curiosity was piqued as I asked, "Who is this person you think you are?" A restaurant with the name "Reliable friend of his." came to mind when I was thinking about this. There has been a lot of effort put into getting them involved with our hotel over the past year. What is the name of the owner of the property? Could you please let me know? I was scolding him as I said, "Damien isn't very patient either, and I can see your face palling as you speak." He lost his defensive posture. Despite the fact that I had a small smirk on my face, the message I was conveying was clear. After he hesitated for a moment, Damon reached behind him and grabbed hold of Ella before releasing her. As for the rest of you, if you aren't, what is causing you to be nervous? Give her over and start walking away. Taking action, I moved forward, catching her in front of me before she could fall back. He shoved her in the direction of me, so that I could catch her before she could fall. It looked like he was about to walk away from me, swearing under his breath. I turned my head to look up and snap at the asshole in my eyes. In the midst of setting Ella on her feet again, she murmured, "Let me go." A frown settled across my face as I realized I had named her the clumsy one. Having to stand on her own made her wince. My anger surged as I asked, "Did they hurt you?" she replied, shifting all her weight onto her right side as she complained, "No, I tripped and twisted my ankle." She hopped away, "I still don't want to hear from you." I followed her. I stopped her. "How did that work out for you last time?" she asked. "They weren't perverts, they just helped me up. There was a twitch in my jaw from muscle twitching. "You were pretty intimidating, I must admit." Did I just make myself look foolish? When I walked away from her, she gave me a snotty look and shook her arm back and forth until I let go. "I dropped my cell phone when I fell." "Obviously." I pulled her toward me by the arm. She whispered, "Stop ignoring me when I talk to you." Your point of view is not my concern at this time. I don't want to be ordered around. My comment was not meant to be offensive. I apologize for it. You are not possessed by anyone." My mind then suddenly clicked into action and I realized that I needed to send Dylan a text. This was to let him know we had been searching for you and where Dylan was. Ella began to walk away from me again as a result of my actions. Having Dylan find me is the most valuable thing you can do," she said. "I will stay with Dylan, and I will not let you walk around alone while you are intoxicated." Despite being tensed and afraid, the PI smiled and said, "What's more, he treats me as if I were a human being." After I told her that I would be bringing her, she made a face at me and said, "I'm bringing you." "No more. I will refund your money." "I'm bringing you," I said, reaching out to her. After moving away from my hand, she sat up straight and raised her eyebrows as she turned around to face me again. There will be no way I am letting you walk around intoxicated alone," Ella said. "Sebastian, I will take you with me." "Do you manhandle every girl who comes near you?" "You're so annoying." "Ella. It's not cool for you to walk around alone intoxicated. I won't do that." "Ella. Give me a break!" she said. It's at least comforting to know that he treats me as a human being." PI huffed. As I reached out to her once more, I affirmed, "Yes." I replied, still relying on my instincts to touch her. "You're on time." Please don't worry. It won't cost you anything. I know you're worried." "Yes." I replied, reaching for her once more. Once again, she turned her back on me as she moved away from my hand and raised her eyebrows in an attempt to give me a glance. When a girl walks into your room, what are the first things you do to her? I pursed my lips as I thought about how you are like a fly. My response to her taunt was that I would not talk about my financial situation with her. "I'm not planning to talk about it." "It's not like I've never dealt with it," I said. There is no way I can do that," I replied. I replied, "Unlikely." I wouldn't do it. Her snort was accompanied by an apology that she had offended you with the words she had used. She apologized, saying "It probably would have been better if I had been kinder." The woman said with her hands on her hips that she didn't realize the truth would enrage you so much, and I asked her if it was the truth that annoyed her. Do you understand? "It wasn't the truth that annoyed me," she said to me. The fact that I am twenty-one years old has made me used to not having much money; and I am fine with that. Despite the fact that we could not all be given hotels at birth, my post irked me. However, I allowed her to keep posting because I knew she wasn't finished yet. At the very least, I deserve this. The way you said it was so memorable, even though there were so many things to say. There was a sense in your voice that you were trying to put me down for my poverty. Your description of me as an inferior person made me feel as if I was an inferior being. The only interesting thing about me is my poor condition, as if that's all there is to me. My only option was to be poor and I was not capable of doing anything else. I'm more than my income. What if I were to be hired as one of your employees? Doesn't that seem like a wise idea? In general, you treat all of your employees the same way, aren't you? It has to be done with some respect, dude, if you want this to work." Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were narrowed. Under the bright lights of the restaurant, her eyes shone with a dazzling radiance. Her body trembled. It was as though she was shaking from the cold. Perhaps this was because she spoke to me so directly that it was as if she was shaking. Is it true that you were afraid of her? Did she find it difficult to stand up for herself? Or did she lack the confidence to do so? Is it true that you were afraid of her? Did she find it difficult to stand up for herself? Or did she lack the confidence to do so? As she did not speak, I felt my throat clearing, trembling on the floor as I stood up. Her question was, "Are you understanding what I am saying?" "Yes, I do." "Are you?" she responded. I admit that I am a bit ignorant, as Dylan has pointed out numerous times. Listening to you, I realize that I have made a number of mistakes." And I was reminded that I had a lot more respect for you than just your income after that moment. I realized then that I should not talk about or talk to you that way. As I continued, I started sweating, and I knew that it was time for me to stop complaining about you. I thought that respect should be reciprocal since I considered you to be a part of my team as well as an employee. Can you explain to me why she was looking at me with such a stern gaze? As much as I tried to make myself uncomfortable, it took a lot to do it, while she was having no trouble at all. Why did you hurt my feelings in the first place? Does that make sense to you?" she asked. I nodded my head in agreement as if a child was being scolded. In response to this, she asked, "So?" as she hedged her answer. I apologized, lowering my head. Thank you for letting me know. I apologize for offending you. As I sat back and looked at her with my eyes closed, I said, "That's fine." Fine? That was all I got? How did she feel about my apology and my admission that I had made a mistake? Was she satisfied with what I had said? Her face was tense and bored as she stared at my face. "What? You want to be forgiven for your actions?" "That... would be kind of you to forgive me, wouldn't it?" her expression suggested. That seems to be a given, doesn't it? There was a reason behind my apology, and it had to do with this. I am sure that you will have to put in some effort on your part," she said. "Can you earn it?" My voice echoed. Despite my apology, she should be able to be happy in spite of my apology. Rarely do I do so. She nodded. I don't believe your apology for being a d**k to me at all excuses the fact that you behaved in such a way. I do so. She nodded. I don't believe your apology for being a d**k to me at all excuses the fact that you behaved in such a way. I wonder if you will speak in the same way once we get into the car." In response, I ran over to her and grabbed the one in my hand with my left hand. "Do you need me to do anything else for you?" "Find out," she replied. You may want to rethink your date if you want to make it more memorable. It didn't matter if it wasn't real or fake, I felt like I was being intruded upon. My objective was to make you feel more comfortable, so I had Dylan with me specifically to help you feel more comfortable," I told him. After hobbling towards me for a few minutes, she asked, "Why am I giving you this second chance?" It didn't take her long to stop right in front of me, and she jammed a finger into my chest. As I held up my hands defensively as I offered a response, I responded, "Mainly because I am in need of the money you are offering." "Okay, I can see why you are saying that." "I understand." No one should be hurt by my words. Despite the squint in her eyes, she said, "I believe you," and there was a moment of hesitation in her eyes. I tried to hold my ground and resist pulling away from her. "How about you?" she asked. Please don't test me. "I'll get back to you," she warned. Was she? Despite Ella's attempt to appear threatening, I found myself smiling in response to my realization that he resembled a lion cub who was trying out his first roar. She attempted to appear threatening. You think I'm handsome? She mumbled. It makes me want to scream when I see that stupid handsome face of yours. She must have felt my heart beating just as hard when I let out a small breath.