Oliver and Zara were shown to their seats.It was a VIP spot reserved for them on the third floor with a direct, undisturbed view of the stage below. The VIP had an old Roman feel to it with its large marble pillars that had been painted white, obviously for ornamental purposes. Zara had only seen this from afar. Only the Matron of the restaurant catered to the VIPs when she worked there, but now, she was going to get that special VIP-only treatment. "Why did you choose this restaurant?" Zara asked Oliver. He looked down at her and cocked his brows. "Who in this time and age doesn't want to be treated at Delarosèê peak?" Oliver grinned at her. They gazed at themselves, smiling unconsciously. Zara's face was a mixture of confusion and happiness. Zara smiled at him and sucked in air from her lips. She realized that she had been staring and smiling at him too long and she tore away from his gaze. Oliver did the same too. They both looked away immediately, forming a serious interest
Zara held the card to herself tightly. She watched as Oliver conversed with the steward and she looked at the card again. She didn't know what to say to Oliver when he came back to the table. She tried to place the reason why he would go all the way out to do all that, even though he wanted publicity. Zara hoped it had nothing to do with what happened the previous day. Zara wrote it off as part of the publicity plan. Oliver joined her back at the table and he smiled at the offer of wine from the steward. The steward stood exactly five meters behind them and waited for further instructions. “Wow, even for publicity, you went out of your way to do this?" Zara questioned as Oliver held the wine glass in his hand. He smiled at her in reply to her question. Zara laughed and continued. "Thank you very much, I got extra gifts alongside a nice dinner."Oliver was surprised at how Zara interpreted the whole situation. He was slowly starting to understand that Zara wasn't an airhead like th
It was another Monday morning. To some, it was the start of a long hard boring week of getting shouted at work by their bosses. To some, it was the day of bringing in their weekend assignments for scores and hopes of boosting their plummeting college credits. While to Kelvin, it was jealousy. He stared at his phone and he saw Oliver and Zara's pictures on social media. They were everywhere, you name it. Tweet, The gram, Snap App, Back Book. They had reportedly had dinner at Delarosèê Peak and a lot of people had seen them acting all lovey-dovey. Kelvin put the phone down and calmed his nerves down. He was on medication, and he didn't need to get worked up for other reasons. He wore his cap and walked up to the door of the Cafe and flipped the open sign. A few people soon walked in and Kelvin helped them to their place and went to put the To Hire sign outside since there was no way he could attend to all of them alone, well aware his current health did not require tedious work. Th
“You were with Zara yesterday and you did not tell us,” Rita inquired as Kelvin took his seat. “I'm sorry, I planned on telling you guys about it today,” Kelvin lied.“How is She? Is she eating well?” Rita asked. “Oh Rita, you spoke to her this morning already. Of course, she is fine,” Paul cut his wife off as he replied. “But some habits never change, Morticia is an example,” Paul joked.There was a roar of laughter in the room.“Thank you for walking in right on time, I almost doubted my girl for a minute,” Rita appreciated. “Now, let's go have dinner,” Rita said as she went to the kitchen to bring the food."Morticia is a headache, right?" Paul asked. Kelvin's smile dialed down. "Yeah, a big one," he replied. Rita carried a large tray of food and dropped it on the dining table. Kelvin went to assist her with the other plates while Paul made himself comfortable. Rita chimed. "Dinner is served!”With that, they all proceeded to the dining. It went smoothly with lots of laughter
Oliver flexed his fingers in front of his laptop. The tech seemed alien to him. How many days had he missed work? Four days? Two days? Well, none of that mattered since he was—Anne barged into the office and shook Oliver out of his thoughts. Oliver blinked several times at her and she simply stared back at him. Oliver thought he would have another episode of severe scolding for dumping his work on her. "Oliver, I found what might become a problem later," Anne dropped her laptop on Oliver's table. She had taken Oliver by surprise. He thought he would have gotten scolded again. "What are you talking about?" Oliver raised a brow in confusion. Anne slapped her forehead lightly. She had forgotten that she had left Oliver out of the loop since Vanessa's last show. "Okay, let me place it like this since you have not been around for a while," she flashed Oliver a frown and he swallowed. He raised his hands in submission and Anne continued. "I ended up putting myself in Vanessa. More lik
"We need to talk."A sentence with four words. It sounded more intense than it was intended to, partly because Zara was trying to avoid Oliver. She hadn't forgotten what had happened on the rooftop that day. She knew it. She had almost kissed Oliver. "We need to talk."She simply stared at the message that was displayed on the screen. It had been there since morning, and she hadn't even bothered to reply. “Curse you, Oliver,” Zara flustered.She had successfully ignored Oliver for the last few days after that incident. She beat herself up every time she remembered it. What killed her the most was that she could not tell Kelvin about it. How would she even start? She knew it was almost an act of betrayal. Kelvin himself had been very busy for the past few days, his cafe boomed well. He was very happy. No way she was going to spoil it for him. Zara straightened her dress and heaved a deep sigh in front of the mirror. Her face stared back at her. She looked less confident than the wa
Oliver smiled back at Zara with his hands in his pocket. Zara slowly stood up and shook her head. It was impossible, why was he going that far? He was getting too involved with them. "No, I can't accept that," Zara shook her head. "You can cut off my bonuses, I barely use them anyway. You can use the money and pay for the—" Oliver cleared his throat and Zara stopped talking. He looked down at her and cocked his brow. "Tell me the truth. If I left it to you, you wouldn't have been able to do it, even with the bonuses. Are you a masochist? Can you even repay me?" The smile on his had disappeared. Zara looked to the ground and held her palms together. She felt her palms were the only ones warming her up in front of Oliver's cold stare. "I—I—""You can't. So instead of partying with the money I have, or going to the brothel, I want to help your family, and you are not stopping me," Oliver paused. He saw that he had been coming a bit too strong there. He watched as Zara's body tensed
Vanessa had become quite miserable. In fact, "quite miserable," was an understatement. She had reached the point where she had completely embodied Squidward's point of view, that famous miserable character from that legendary kiddies show.Her reputation had plummeted downwards, she couldn't even go outside to buy her groceries because of the way people looked at her. Her suspension at work was still ongoing, she didn't even expect to be called back after what had happened. Oliver Russell. Vanessa grabbed a ceramic vase from the bedside table and flung it at the wall. It shattered into a million pieces, with the sound bouncing back and forth in the large room. She grabbed her bare knees and looked at the mirror. She was losing it. Oliver Russell. Vanessa stood up and rested her hands in front of the dressing mirror. Her eyes were puffy from not getting enough sleep and she had gained some mass from staying at home, lazing around since last week. "Oliver, I will crush you!" Vane