The Secret Life of Adrienne

City center, on a back alley of the most luxurious bar. A girl in high school uniform stands under a dim light, in front of her, a middle-aged man almost put his hand on her shoulder. The girl throws off the man’s hand like an angry lion. Suddenly, a boy rushes out of the darkness and grabs the girl’s hand, they run to the street…… "What the "F" A?!" I heard Anka exclaimed as I am now running off somewhere around the City center streets far from the Golden Bliss with a stupidly gorgeous man. "Go back there now!" Anka demanded with an irritating screech through the device carefully plugged into my ears. I know I should stop but for some strange reason it's like my body has its own mind that when this man, who's now holding my hands tightly, whisked me away from the man I was dealing with, is now oblivious to the dilemma I'm currently in due to his meddling because I let him drag me to god knows where now. "A!!!" I heard Anka's final frustrated screech before the static and glitching sound the device made then nothing, the only sound I can hear now is the pattering of rain drops down the path we were taking, the device must have been damaged by the rain. I mean it's electronic and it didn't help that my hair is now styled in pigtails where my hair won't my hide my ears to protect the device in a way. As we were running, my eyes landed on my hand still being held by the stranger and somehow that gave me the wake-up call Anka has been desperately serving me a few seconds ago. "S-STOP!" I shouted as I paused and attempted to take my hand off the stranger's calloused yet ridiculously warm hands once we rounded the last corner of this street. Although I was not able to free my hand from his I managed to make us stop from running crazily under the rain. Why did I run with him anyway? "Are you okay?" asked the most toe curling voice I had ever heard in my entire existence! Ridiculous! how can someone sound so good just by asking such? I looked up to finally see the face of this stranger that took me away from somewhere I ought to be. The most intense gray eyes stared into mine and I low-key gasped at that, traces of rain drops were scarcely evident on his wet long dark lashes.  My eyes, to their own accord started to wander to his brows, thick and scrunched up in confusion. To his pointy nose then to his lips which are slightly parted due to him breathing through it as he took a few deep breaths probably due to the marathon we did earlier. He's wearing a very basic yet expensive looking hooded black jacket now soaked with rain water and a black ripped jeans with a pair of comfy looking biker boots. "I was, until some i***t thought that grabbing a random girl and taking off with her without a warning through the rain, might I add holding hands was something nice." I remarked only tasting the annoyance now that I realized what just happened as I looked at our still intertwined hands. "Wow, so that's how you thank a gorgeous man from saving you." he said, sounding more of a declaration than a question. "Who said I needed saving?" I said laughing humorlessly. Damn! How was I so dumb to not realize that I've ruin an entire operation just because a stranger held my hands with such warmth running under the raining night sky, with only a few street lamp lighting our way as if we were some lead couple shooting scenes under the rain? I am disgusted that I actually imagined that. "That man was huge, old but so much bigger and definitely stronger than you by a hundred, little miss!" the man reasoned out, annoyance now lacing his tone. "Little Miss?!" I exclaimed and f**k that asshole for finding amusement with my response that the left corner of his lips are now raised. He just smirked. "Yeah, Little Miss." He said cockily then looked me up then down then back up to my chest area, he gulped then slowly his eyes traveled up until we're looking eye to eye once again. "What in the world makes a high school student stand outside a bar still in her uniform this late night hours?" he asked dangerously calm and curious this time, his eyes never leaving mine. "Do I look like a high school student to you?" I exclaimed unimpressed. He c****d an eyebrow up as if saying 'what do you think?' in a mocking manner. I don't know why I didn't like that he thought I was some minor wanting a taste of night life when, in fact I was supposed to take it as a complement that he actually thought I was younger than my real age. "Ever heard of costumes?" I countered. "Well I have, but that bar ain't a place for such party which high school students love organizing in their sorority houses." He said supporting his argument that I am what he thinks I am. "Well maybe not all patron of Golden Bliss is as boring and plain as you." I said wanting to throw shade over him, for some reason I can't put my finger on what I am feeling now.I feel like I am both magnanimously irritated and attracted to this stranger. I was busy frowning with the thought my mind just fed me and then I heard him chuckle. God the sound was so deeply melodic. "Only you, little miss, has ever thought I was boring and plain." He said amusement dancing in his eyes. My frown grew because that was not the reaction I was hoping for. He was supposed to be offended that I called him plain and boring right? "I like it though, not many people I know thinks that I am." He said still looking at me as he slowly detached our hands and proceeded to put his hands into the side pockets of his hooded jacket. "I am nineteen years old, not a minor." I said looking at him straight in the eyes meeting his challenge. "I know that man. We were to meet at that place I was standing on before you came, and he specially requested that I wear something like this." I told him nonchalantly raising an eyebrow. I internally clapped when I saw a change of mood from his cocky-lazy demeanor. He seemed curious and disbelief is faintly painted on to his handsome face now."What are you, a high class hooker?" he asked with so much disgust and judgement that my skin crawled. "NO. I am an escort." I half lied. Well being an escort was part of my mask of pretense tonight. I am not a typical girl who wear her heart on her sleeves and who is such an open book. I am the kind of girl who hides skeletons in my closet, I have worn one to many masks that sometimes I wonder if I still truly know the real me but, he doesn't need to know that. "What difference are you from girls selling pleasure and services to disgusting men who knew they'd find it hard to truly win a girl over because they knew as much as you and I do that they are rotten inside. They wouldn't take advantage of girls like you wanting something immediately if they weren't that exactly would they now?" he declared feigning curiosity, his eyes now narrowing,.Gone was the shine in those orbs that regarded her with comfort and something a little bit like adoration the first time he gave her a short glance when he took off holding her hands and she followed through. Silently questioning why she followed his lead while her feet matched his pace to keep up with him. "First Mister know it all, I don't sell services that involves pleasure or anything s****l that we both know you have in mind." I said then it was his turn to laugh humorlessly now. "Second, I'm farthest to being a materialistic wench that you are painting me now." I added offended that he thought so low of me without even knowing me well. He was about to say something when I saw Anka discreetly waved a hand at me in the car she's slowly parking on the opposite side of the street where I stand with this stranger's back to where she is now. Thank god Anka came, signaling whatever conversation I have with this infuriatingly handsome man has to end immediately, I have been way too distracted to set a side the task at hand. "Lastly, we don't know each other so let's be the normal kind of people who don't talk to strangers because we just don't know what kind of people we could be dealing with." I said and he closed his soft looking pink lips into a tight line as his gaze intensified even more as if peeking through the windows to my soul. "You know, It might bring trouble, much worst danger when we talk to the wrong kind of people." I said then moved my feet to walkaway. By wrong kind of people I was referring to myself more than him. When I reached Anka's car I gave one final glance towards where the man and I stood for a while earlier and I saw him already looking at me. We remained regarding each other with a few cars passing by every once in a while. I don't know why I wanted so bad to look longer in those beautiful orbs of his, it's like the sky before the storm comes sweeping in, so mesmerizingly chaotic.  I was brought back to reality when Anka exasperatedly knocked through the window of the car door to the passenger seat I was supposed to have entered to the moment I reached her car. I quickly opened the door then slid in and looked at the man still staring blindly at the tinted car of Anka's. "Who the hell was that?" Anka asked as soon as I turned away from the man's direction and looked ahead to the direction we're headed. I felt someone looking at me so I looked at Anka and true enough she was Looking expectantly at me. I shrugged my shoulders giving her the hint that I don't know who that man was. "Leave lover boy out the equation A. Our world is much more chaotic than his privileged Popstar fame." She said and I tried to look back to the direction of the man I left on the street even though I know we were long past to where he was. "You didn't know?" She asked bewildered that I did not recognize that man who's supposed to be famous or whatever. "Shut up." I said annoyed. She laughed and kept her attention back to driving. "You have to think of an explanation for blowing your first ever field task. Know that Kaneko won't be happy tonight." Anka said, her last sentence resonating my thoughts along with the image of the gray eyed man I just encountered.