Chapter7
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Isabella's POV
The waiter interrupted us to take our order, saying, "I see..." As we placed our meal order, we continued to discuss LA. He inquired about my room here and when my apartment would be ready.
When the dinner was served, we ate together in silence.
"So, when can I see your place?" After I finished my last Dori, I inquired. I visited Alex's former flat. However, he mentioned that he relocated to a larger apartment when we last spoke.
"Um, well. Izzy . Actually, there is something I need to tell you." He won't look into my eyes. "It's about... us... I think we should be friends rather than..." He laughs.
"What?" My voice was high-pitched.
"Cease! Speak less loudly. We're inside the eatery."
"Why Alex?" I questioned him, "What's this restaurant standard?" a bit louder.
"There's hardly a spark between us. We don't need to waste any more time on pointless activities."
Whoa, that stung. If nothing else, he ought to present it better, don't you think? I picked up my wine and drank it all. I responded softly, "Well, Alex, good luck to you," and got to my feet.
Holding my hand, he murmured, "Wait."
Now what?
His phone rings. He glances first at his phone, then at me. He responded, "A minute," and picked up his phone.
Their chat was hardly audible to me, but I could hear a woman's voice.
"Babe!" The caller continued to weep.
I had blood loss from my body. I ran to the bathroom. And now here I am. I was staring at the sink below while my head pounded.
It dawned on me that the woman on the phone is more than just a colleague or acquaintance. He was unfaithful to me! And now he broke up with me on the first day I got to Los Angeles. Is he going to dump me if I stay in Oakwood Town?
I get a tingling sensation at the nape of my neck. I have someone watching me. I look up and see the most captivating eyes reflecting off the mirror. The hazel eyes that I was earlier "drooling" over.
I'm not sure how long we will look at one another. Up until the waiter who was passing in front of us severed the link. I dry my hands with a napkin.
"Are you okay?" I was asked by Mr. Perfect. Do I seem alright to you now? However, I omit the term. All I'm doing is drying my already-dry clothing.
"Are you okay, miss?" he asks once more. Slower than the last time.
Finally, I turn to face him and meet his gaze. "Yes, but no! I'm not sure. My voice is becoming quieter and softer with every syllable that leaves it. I doubt he heard what I had to say. I quickly remarked, "Sorry, I have to go," and I turned to get back to my table. That's where my purse is still. I must return to my room.
""I suppose it's time for me to depart, Alex. You must be done talking to me, don't you? Right now, I don't think I can see him. Though I'm not overly sad over our breakup, I did realize that I was foolish to have even considered moving to Los Angeles only for him. I understand if the lack of chemistry was the only reason. But the voice of the woman...
"Yeah... OK... wait Izzy !" He hands me a glass of water as he gets up. "Drink some water. Your face is pale." I pick up the glass of water and, out of habit, continue to stare at my former boyfriend.
It isn't the most attractive man, Alex. He looks fantastic, especially when he's dressed up like he did today in a suit. He appeared to be a productive worker. His dark hair is always styled in a slick-back manner. He doesn't have a lot of height. 5 '8" maybe. I stand five feet five. He has dark chocolate-coloured eyes. Unlike Mr. Perfect, he doesn't have a wide shoulder or a dark appearance. Why did I make the Mr. Perfect comparison with Alex? Yes, he did cheat on me! I can compare him to whomever I want now that he's my ex-boyfriend!
Take advantage of... Anger is now blazing through my veins. I splashed water in Alex's face the next thing I knew. He's not prepared for it.
"What the..." He seemed irate now. I agree with you, honey!
"Thanks for cheating on me, you scumbag!" I flung the glass in his direction and bolt from the scene. He is not pursuing me. Either he doesn't care, or the glass hits his nose exactly, and he needs time to heal. My hope is for the initial one. I got my small retribution, but not because I want him to care. Had I slathered the chili sauce over his entire face?
The ding of the elevator. I opened the door and let myself in. Press the floor of my chamber. And all of a sudden, my world is whirling. Why is that? After having two glasses of wine, I'm pleased with my ability to tolerate alcohol. I make two blinks. It exacerbates my vertigo. To keep myself stable, I grasp the elevator rail.
I can hardly recall how I entered the room. Before I knew it, I had thrown myself into bed without even taking off my dress and heels.
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