Corale looked here and there looking for a white car according to the message sent by gabriel.
this was the first time gabriel had picked him up in person, not letting him go home on the bus as usual. because he is growing rapidly studying business, he also intends to take him out for dinner.
"am i too excited?" corale muttered to herself bashfully. gabriel had been harsh and cold with him during their stay together, getting a confession from him definitely made him happier than amber.
"looking for vyrion~?"
"what? no!" corale hastily answered, not wanting to be the subject of zoe's teasing anymore, it was enough in the study that she was teased endlessly even though she explained seriously.
telling me about his relationship with vyrion in the first place was a big mistake.
but zoe is just being zoe, asking for details about her love affair rather than about vordelia let alone about the content of tea.
"hm~" zoe hums mischievously with her head slightly tilted giving a cute look, "sure you don't~"
"zoe, not everything is about romance, you know." corale is happy that zoe is very supportive of her love problems, but on the other hand she also feels sorry because the temptations don't stop coming out of her friend's mouth, "i have an appointment with gabriel."
"with vyrion~?"
"zoe!" corale was getting frustrated, patting her forehead.
this is too much.
"ok. ok~!" zoe decided to stop teasing corale for a while "i'm just happy for you. i hope you enjoy your dinner with your uncle."
"thank you," corale said tenderly, "well then. see ya!"
zoe took corale's hand, put something in her friend's palm, "be careful ... ok?"
corale lost her words for a moment seeing what zoe gave.
a penknife and a bottle filled with a dark liquid.
"what does this mean?" corale asked confused, but kept it in her bag.
"gael and i were worried about you," zoe answered innocently as if she didn't realize she had just handed him a penknife, "the accident that happened to both of us, i believe it was planned even though the person who was driving the car was suffering from depression, corale."
vyrion said the same thing.
"you guys are thinking too deep," corale pushed zoe's thoughts away. he maintains his stance that it was a pure accident because the person had a diary containing suicidal intent and brought a random person with that person.
he and zoe are randomly selected people.
"oh ..." corale saw a white car stop beside him. he was so sure it was gabriel that the windshield slowly descended to reveal something foreign to him.
"miss corale?"
corale peeked in through the open car window.
huh?
no one but the driver.
that driver...
corale had seen the driver while on a visit to his father's company.
did gabriel hire that person?
the driver when he was in the company environment didn't wear office clothes anyway...
"please come in," the driver said dryly, "mr. laurent is waiting for you."
coral hesitated to go inside, "where's gabriel?"
"mr. laurent had arrived at the restaurant earlier because he happened to have business nearby," the driver replied.
"oh ..." corale mumbled then finally went inside, before she had time to close the car door, a scream came from inside the cafe.
"corales!"
"gael?"
"good thing you haven't left!" gael heaved a sigh of relief, "can i come with you?"
"shouldn't you be working?" corale was confused, ignoring gael who had changed into normal clothes, no longer cafe clothes. he glanced at zoe who was still outside too, "you allow?"
"well..." zoe nodded slightly.
then corale has no reason to refuse gael's request, moreover they are living together at her father's house, "of course you can." he was sure gabriel wouldn't mind gael coming, even though his uncle didn't like his childhood friend either.
just from gael's concern, gabriel can guess that gael is in love with him.
corale shifted her seat so that gael could find a place, "are you sure? zoe must have cut your salary because it's not time to go home yet."
"now." gael doesn't really care, his priority is staying in oxford because of corale, not because of money, "do you know where to eat?"
corale shook her head "gabriel said surprise!"
"i see..."
***
"have fun~!" zoe shouted while waving her arms high at the car corale and gael were in, "oh...they grow up fast."
for some reason it makes him happy...
"hmm?" another white car stopped right in front of zoe, "mr. laurent?" he asked confused, "why are you here?"
"why am i here? of course i came to pick up corale," gabriel replied while glancing around, seeing no sign of his nephew, "zoe, is corale still inside?"
zoe is too shocked, her mouth is wide open.
if gabriel is here, it doesn't match what the driver described earlier, that means the driver is lying!?
that fact strike zoe brain so fast like lightning, "corale kidnapped!?"
"what?"
"corale was in another car a while ago!" zoe explained frantically, "the driver said you were waiting at the restaurant!"
how can this happen?
of course zoe saw the doubts in corale before, but after that her friend was like usual again, "gael also came, but ..." he didn't know what plan the driver was making, considering the driver didn't mind it seemed like the person was not alone, "i i'm going to call the police!"
"no need!" gabriel stopped zoe "tell me what you remember about the car corale was in!"
"but ..." zoe felt the need to call the police to stop the possibility of the driver taking corale and gael out of oxford city.
"just explain! you wait for my signal, zoe," gabriel gave a sharp command.
they are racing at this time!
zoe is a little scared of gabriel who is suffocating with anger now, "h-alright." he tried to remember, "the new electric car is exactly like yours, the color is the same, and the license plate is 1234."
"you have a great memory," gabriel complimented, "alright, let's go."
"good."
zoe clenched her fists in her chest, hoping that gabriel could stop the driver, then walked into the cafe.
***
"to that place, sir?"
gabriel leaned back against the mirror resting his chin on his, "of course. i've been waiting for this day to come," he muttered with a wide grin on the corners of his lips.