My Answer?? (His POV)
448 Words
Ellise Dawson hesitated.
That wasn’t part of the plan.
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Most people didn’t hesitate with me.
They said yes.
Sometimes too quickly.
Sometimes before I even finished asking.
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But her?
She froze.
Stood there like the question didn’t belong to her.
Like I didn’t belong in her world.
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Interesting.
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I watched her the entire time.
The way her eyes moved—not to me, but around me.
Searching.
Like she was looking for the real target.
Someone else I could’ve been talking to.
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There wasn’t.
There never was.
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People had already started whispering.
Of course they had.
They always do.
They think they understand things like this.
They think they understand me.
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They don’t.
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“A prank.”
I caught the word as it passed through the crowd.
Soft.
Barely audible.
Still wrong.
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If it were a prank, I wouldn’t have bothered.
I don’t waste time on things that don’t matter.
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And right now?
Ellise Dawson mattered.
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More than she should.
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“So… your answer?”
I asked it calmly.
Like I wasn’t already watching every reaction.
Every shift.
Every flicker of doubt crossing her face.
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Then she finally looked at me.
Properly this time.
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And for a second—
Something almost unreadable passed through her eyes.
Not excitement.
Not admiration.
Not even fear.
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Suspicion.
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I almost smiled.
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“Can I think about it?”
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That…
Was unexpected.
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Most people would’ve taken the chance.
Would’ve grabbed onto it without thinking.
Because with me, there was always something to gain.
Status.
Attention.
Relevance.
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But she didn’t.
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For a moment, I let the silence sit.
Just to see if she’d break it.
She didn’t.
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“Of course,” I said.
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Her reaction told me everything I needed to know.
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She didn’t trust this.
Didn’t trust me.
Didn’t trust the situation.
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Good.
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That made things easier.
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She turned and rushed off almost immediately after, like something had finally clicked in her head.
Something urgent.
Important.
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I didn’t stop her.
Didn’t call her back.
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There was no need.
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Because now…
She’d be thinking about it.
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About me.
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And that was enough.
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My gaze followed her as she disappeared down the hallway.
Faster than before.
Like she was running from something.
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Or toward it.
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Either way…
It didn’t matter.
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She’ll say yes.
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They always do.
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I tilted my head slightly, watching the space she left behind.
Replaying the moment.
Adjusting.
Recalculating.
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Because this?
This wasn’t random.
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And Ellise Dawson?
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She wasn’t a mistake.
- Writer
