Unscripted love

Apotheville - 6

Flora kept quiet as she didn't know how to express her need. She was discomfited by herself. Her body was giving up in uneasiness as she delayed.

"Miss Caddel!" Marshall had to raise his tone loud, for he assumed Flora wasn't able to hear him.

Hearing the loud voice on the other end, she lost her composure and at once answered, "Yes!"

"Will you please mention something, Miss Caddel?"

"I feel panic-stricken as I am left in this situation with a broken connection. May I please request that..." She paused.

"Ask, Miss Caddel! I'll help you with what you need," he assured her with genuine understanding.

"If you can be on call before, anyone could reach here from your side," Flora mentioned with hesitation. Her apprehension and trepidation were making their way through beads of sweat.

Marshall let out a deep breath and questioned, "That's it, right?"

Flora hummed a yes and paused.

"No complaints, Miss Caddel! I will manage," Marshall mentioned and portrayed his generosity.

"Thank you for your munificence," Flora expressed.

"I am phobic to such situations, and that's making me behave this way. I hope I am not imposing."

"I trust this isn't an inconvenience for you, Miss Caddel! I am the inviter, and you are my guest. Let me not find my guest in any guilt," Marshall expressed his idea in a calm tone, trying to ease Flora.

Marshall revised the plan and walked out of the mansion to get back to Flora. He had planned to aid Flora through his assistants, but as he came to know that Flora was combating phobia, he posed to reach out to her without batting an eye. Marshall got inside his sumptuous car.

"Get into your car and help yourself to some water. Relax!" He stated and got the engine running. He connected his phone call to the built-in Bluetooth.

"I will," Flora responded and got back in her car seat.

As asked, she took the bottle from the center console storage and a tissue from the glove compartment.

"What would you like to taste for tonight, Miss Caddel?" Marshall asked as he navigated the road.

Flora inhaled and exhaled to calm herself, and the questions stuck in her ear. She answered, "Anything in your course list should help me."

"You seem to be flexible, don't you?" Marshall asked while speeding his car on the plane road.

"Sorry?" Flora let out as she didn't understand what he actually meant here.

"No. I mean, you are adaptable," Marshall commented.

"Just following some," Flora indicated that she was willing to be polite and follow social cues.

"Be free to ask anything you would want in flavor, as the chef will be there for you," Marshall announced while grasping the steering wheel tighter and moving ahead.

"Chef?" Flora asked, with ambiguity filling her voice and her mind.

"Yes, Miss Caddel!" He was positive about his answer and perhaps didn't get the question in its proper sense.

"Aren't chefs hired for chiefs or some distinguished guests? What am I here?" Flora's inner voice questioned her. Distinguished guests are some notable or esteemed guests, while Flora was none of the above.

Marshall had appointed several chefs as the gathering was compact, and just some inner circle members were invited.

"Where is your hometown, Miss Caddel?" Marshall questioned. He knew that Flora had checked into some hotel for her stay.

"Apotheville. Yours?" Flora mentioned it and questioned in return.

"A second. Where are you? I am just nearing the place you directed me to," Marshall said and looked in front to check if some car had broken down there.

Flora looked out of the window and saw that it was Marshall's car nearing her. She waved her hand.

"Yes, I got you. I am there," Marshall spoke and halted the car a little in front of Flora's car.

"Sir?" Flora mentioned in ambiguity as she stepped out.

"Oh god! You aren't very quick to be informal as you are flexible. I mean adaptable," Marshall taunted her in a playful manner.

Flora chuckled a little and smiled at Marshall's presence.

"I didn't expect you to come here," Flora stated and fiddled with her ring.

"I wouldn't have if you hadn't mentioned you are phobic, Miss Caddel!" Marshall expressed his intention to come there for her rescue.

"Anyways. Thank you for your aid." She paused with a smile and said, "Mr. Marshall!"

"Not bad," Marshall commented.

Flora smiled and looked down at her wristwatch and said with an alarmed tone, "We should get going, or else you would be absent for your own gathering. I am sorry for exhibiting this impolite and impatient behavior with you, Mr. Marshall!" Flora ranted out, with her eyes drowned in guilt and her nervousness fiddling with her ring.

"I am consumed with chagrin, Sir!" She expressed.

"Calm down, Miss Caddel! I overlook this part. We need not make this important while it stands to be a trifle. Let us speak no further of it. Okay?" Marshall calmed her down and waited for a response.

Flora looked at Marshall and exhaled a deep breath, and nodded positively.

"Great. Get in my car," he stated.

They both walked towards the car and got settled in. The car kept moving and took a different path, which didn't seemingly connect to Mansion.

"This line doesn't appear to connect to Velvet Peak, Mr. Marshall!" While speaking, Flora reminded herself how to address Marshall. A smile flickered inside her.

Where are they both heading?