Chapitre 7: Chapter Six
And just as I feared, within seconds of our conversation, she immediately called Don and Scott to our table. Okay, fine. So I may have developed a little crush on Scott. But come on, he's a renowned celebrity in Hollywood, while I'm just a humble movie writer slash singer.
"Hey, Scott? Did you have a great time at the entire party?" Vanessa asked as Scott and Don approached our table. "Oh, Vanessa, this is great! I don't want it to end at all, especially with all these drinks on the table. And congratulations to you and Don by the way." Scott chuckled, playfully tapping Don's shoulder.
"Thank you, but hey, I want you to meet my friend, Danni. Uh, Danni, this is Scott Clinton." Vanessa introduced me and Scott to each other. "Hi, Danni? I'm Scott, by the way. How are you?" Scott reached out his hand toward me. "Never better. Hello, Scott?" I replied, feeling my hands tremble as I encountered his gentle touch.
"Um, Scott, Danni? We'll leave you two alone for a moment, alright? We're just going to greet the other guests, but we'll be back soon." Don interjected, leading them away from our table.
Deep down, I could tell from Don's knowing smiles that they probably wouldn't return. Now, I find myself trapped and dominated by Scott's presence.
I never truly understood the sensation, as it feels like my stomach churns and my entire being breaks out into a clammy cold sweat after indulging in my dessert. In that moment, uncertainty clouds my mind and I can't help but feel a wave of discomfort wash over me. Oh, how I wish things were different.
"So, um, Scott? Are you sure it's alright for you to be here? I mean, I can sense I'll just bore you with my inability to wrap up these desserts." I paused, my words stumbling out as Scott sipped on his beer. "Don't worry about it. I think you may have had a little too much dessert. And wine?" Scott exclaimed, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.
"Yes, quite a bit," I stammered, feeling uncertain of what to say next.
"Would you like some beer, maybe? Should I get one for you?" Scott offered, his voice filled with genuine concern as he elegantly rose from his chair, heading towards the nearby table where the beers were kept.
I was unsure about the taste of beer, for it seemed to overshadow the enjoyment of my beloved whiskey and rum. However, as Scott returned from the other table, carrying the beers and placing them on our table, a realization dawned upon me. Maybe, just maybe, I should endeavor to entertain myself, not only for my sake but also as a gesture of appreciation for someone who had taken the effort to join me in my solitude.
He uncorked a bottle for me, and instead of pouring it into the wine glass that sat before me, I decided to let go of any inhibitions and simply let my natural self shine through. There was no need to put on an act in front of this person, someone whom I had been holding back with guarded reserve, all because we were having too much fun.
He suddenly broke the silence with a question, almost as if he was trying to fill the void that had settled between us. "Um? You and the newlyweds have been friends for a long time?" he asked, his voice carrying a slight tinge of uncertainty. I took a moment to organize myself, acknowledging the need to reply. "It's been a few years. Those are my friends from the gym," I replied, my eyes momentarily shifting towards the newlyweds who were beaming with joy, surrounded by their other guests.
Curiosity seemed to loosen his demeanor, and he continued the conversation with genuine interest. "At the gym? I suppose you work out at Caliber's?" he inquired, a hint of intrigue lacing his words.
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