Bab 21: Chapter 21: Gentleman
Killian was done eating his omurice and was now leaning on the back of his chair, sipping on his iced tea, just letting some time pass before leaving. Watching the scenery of cute maid waitresses passing by.
However, Killian's peaceful rest was disturbed when a sudden sound of a chair was heard as someone suddenly stood up from his chair near Killian's.
"I am tired of convincing you about this matter. Fine, if you want to spend the rest of your life as a clerk of the guild, then do what you want. I don't care anymore." A voice of an angry man sounded, then he walked out and rushed towards the exit of the restaurant.
Killian stared at the table the man came from and saw a familiar face sitting on the table. It was Catherine, looking down, left behind. Tears started to pour out of her eyes, blurring her glasses. Her hands were shivering as she tried to wipe the tears out of her cheeks, but she couldn't. She remained that way for a few seconds.
Killian exhaled. He stood up and approached Catherine's table. He took out a white handkerchief from his pants pocket and silently gave it to her.
Catherine looked up and showed a brief expression of surprise. "Killian."
Killian didn't reply and just extended his hand, holding the handkerchief. Catherine took it and rubbed her tears away. Then Killian turned his back and proceeded to walk away.
"Killian. My order is about to arrive. I ordered two servings. I don't think I can eat them on my own," Catherine said, her resisted sobbing could be heard.
"I just ate, and I am about to leave. Besides, I don't want to sit at a table with a crying girl; people will get bad ideas," Killian said and took one step.
"Don't leave me alone," Catherine called.
"Way to go, Killian. Being a gentleman is not always a good idea," Killian said to himself before exhaling and walking towards Catherine. "But who am I to reject free food? As long as I don't have to say anything, I won't mind."
Catherine's face slightly lightened up, and her sobbing was audible as she continued to rub away her tears from her eyes.
Their food arrived, and both of them ate without saying a word. Catherine was content with Killian's company, despite him being completely silent and not focusing on her.
"I am sorry that you have to see me in this state," Catherine said, releasing a fake chuckle. "You are probably thinking I look pathetic just now."
"It's not something that you have to be sorry about. And women's tears are not a sign of being pathetic; they are natural and there is no way to be ashamed of them," Killian simply replied.
"You really good with words, huh? I noticed that in a few days I have known you," Catherine commented. She smiled at Killian, finding a companion in her current pain.
Killian didn't reply and just silently observed her. He took his final sip of the iced tea.
A tall maid dressed as a waitress with a gentle smile approached Killian and Catherine's table.
The maid bowed her head. "How was the food? Is it to your liking, young master, mistress?" she asked.
"Yes, we like it a lot. And, oh, can we have our bill now? Don't forget, go give it all to her. This beautiful lady is the one paying it because I am just a poor man," Killian jokingly said, which had the maid smiling brighter.
Catherine paid the bill, and Killian stood up to finally leave. "Thank you for the meal, Miss Catherine. You should go home now and rest. See you in the guild tomorrow," he said.
"I don't want to go home right now. He is probably there; our fight would just continue if we met," Catherine said, her eyes showing sadness.
"That's a little bit too much information to give to me, but sure," Killian just said, furrowing his eyebrows.
"Do you want to grab a drink? I want to freshen up before going home. I'll pay for your drinks," Catherine offered, loneliness visible in her eyes. "Or else I have to drink alone until I pass out."
Without emotions in his face, Killian just stared at Catherine's vulnerable state. She was wearing a casual blouse, skirt, and black stockings, while her long blonde hair was tied in a ponytail. Her eyes hidden behind her glasses were focused on Killian. Killian just exhaled and shook his head.
After that, Killian and Catherine went into an inn and grabbed a drink. While drinking, Killian remained silent through those times, letting Catherine just talk her heart out.
"Since I was young, it has always been my dream to become a part of the adventurer's guild. Now I am living my dream... but him," Catherine said, while swaying in due to drunkenness, holding a mug of beer. "He wants us to leave my life here and live a mundane life on a farm. He brought land and a house, but I didn't ask for it."
"I see," Killian said while watching Catherine's red face.
Catherine chugged the entire mug of beer. "Don't you have a comment about it?"
"Well, I guess both sides are understandable. However, if you are going to ask my opinion, I would love to pursue what I want." Killian cleared his throat. "But the difference between you and is that I am free and you are not."
"You are saying that as if you are seeing the idea of a romantic relationship as a prison that will shackle you," Catherine said with interest in her drunk eyes.
"That's precisely what I believe," Killian said without hesitation.
Catherine chuckled. "You are strange. You won't get married with that mindset." She stood up from her chair. "I need to get more drinks." She fell due to drunkenness.
Killian caught Catherine's hips using his arm, holding her from falling. "The night is already deep, Miss Catherine. You should take a rest now. If you still don't want to go home, I should get you a room. Is that fine?"
Catherine found herself looking at Killian's close face, his eyes on her. Her heart pounded so fast, she was stunned for a few seconds. His hot breath, his warm arm, his piercing black eyes, and his gentle but alluring voice—all of it registered in Catherine's system at once.
With her face turning more red, "Sure. Let's get a room."
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