"Easy girl," he said, taking the bottle from my hand. "Her
name is Samantha just like you, lucky me. And no, I don't
think you know her.
What!!! She goes by name?
Yes Sam. I was surprised as you are said David
She’s not from here." he answered dreamily. "She came here
for business purposes, and we met in the club." he paused.
"We bumped into each other when I passed the VIP room in
'Stairs'. It was..." he sighed. "I can't even describe it,
magical, I guess. I was speechless, just stood there
starstruck admiring her gorgeousness and beauty..."
9.
"Wow." I blurted out uncontrollably, staring in awe at my
best friend.
"She invited me for a drink, and since then, it just went
naturally."
Wait hold up, this is similar to how we met Dave, I said
with a weird look on my face
How on earth didn't I recognize the symptoms? For two
weeks, he wasn't himself. He wasn't my David, the carefree
and spontaneous freak. He was reserved, like guarding some
precious treasure against the ugly world. Now I know. He
found his treasure. I can't blame him, can I?
"Can I meet her?"
"That's why I'm here. I wanted to ask can I bring Sam here
tomorrow for dinner?" His eyes pleaded for me to say yes.
I smiled and nodded my head, "Yes, of course." But deep
down I was heartbroken that I lost my bestie and crush
We spent the evening talking about Sam, well I was just
listening, mesmerized by his story. His strange behavior
had everything to with Sam. He told me about the dates
they've been on and how complete and safe she makes him
feel. He is undeniably in love. Despite feeling hurt I am
happy for him. At least he has his happy ending.
After talking, laughing, and planning tomorrow's dinner, we
called it quits and ended the night. David stayed and
occupied 'his' bedroom at my place. Lying in bed, I was
exhausted but content, not thinking that, in the end, he
will leave me. Sighing, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.