Liberoses
#30: Dating?
The sun began to rise from the eastern horizon, welcoming a new day with its warm rays. Some birds chirp lightly, welcoming a new day.
Some young people look relaxed with their partners, chatting in the park, and some leisurely walking on the jogging track. They welcomed the weekend cheerfully.
While in Davila's room, Grace was busy staring at Davila's hair with a comb and Hair dryer. Styling the brown hair to be neat as usual.
Davila did not protest anything, he just quietly enjoyed Grace's hand movements on his head, his fingers were agile moves.
“Completed!” Grace squealed in satisfaction and placed Hair Drayer and the comb in place, Davila turned to the glass, staring at her reflection in the neat glass with her formal shirt wrapped.
Grace moved from behind the bathroom, approaching Davila who was just sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Where are you going today?” Grace asked curiously, while biting a snack that she brought mild—snack spicy seaweed that she often cuddles, Davila turned her head then took the seaweed in Grace's hand, Grace, then eat the rest in one mouthful.
Grace growled in annoyance, but did not respond further. Let Davila do what she wants.
Whatever. Inner Grace while grabbing the seaweed left in the pack.
“Do I look like I want to climb a mountain?” Sindir Davila then gives Grace Dasi— asking the girl to pair a tie for him.
Grace did not refuse, she got up from her position then cleaned her hands—then moved her hands to pair Davila a tie.
Grace moves the end of the tie slowly, then ties the tie neatly to the finish. The girl smiled happily at the result of her bond, the girl then looked up at—.
“Then what will I do?” Grace asked subconsciously, Davila raised one eyebrow then pulled Grace's hand quickly.
“Of course accompany me.”
“E—eh!” Grace wants to refuse if she doesn't remember who told her to be Davila. The guy turned the lazy eyeball and inwardly cursed Davila.
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As usual, Grace never felt at home waiting for a long time in Davila's room, waiting for the guy to finish his job always made Grace bored and bored.
It feels like he wants to jump down and go home to accompany Alyn to watch the drama, or help Alyn work on her projects and college assignments. It's better, at least there's something to do.
Buty? Now all he can do is wait, sit still in a chair and play cell phone. Uninspiring. I want to curse Davila.
Holy jeez! Why so long? I'm bored! I complained inwardly, took my muscle tone, then glanced at my bored cell phone.
I've even been exploring this room to the point of being bored, what else can I do? Grace continues. The girl took her phone and opened the phone's Lockscreen.
His eyes pinched when he saw a notification coming in there. Daniel.
Daniel 🤩 : Gosh, if you're upset with that woman, now I find a girl who should be upsetting you more.
I muttered inexplicably, then opened the message, read the full contents of the message.
I snorted lazily then moved my finger over the keyboard, typing an answer.
Me: oh yeah? So you're still thinking about that woman even after you have a job, Mr Daniel?
I rolled a lazy eyeball, imagining that lady-ass face.
Me: Okay continue! Until you get married there.
Send.
Moments, the writing of “online” in Daniel's contact directly changed to “typing”. Some time until I inwardly guessed the answer Daniel would give.
Ting! The notification sound first cut my guess. I looked up and read the answer.
Daniel 🤩 : You really hate him so much when I don't say his name.
Me : call it her name, then you will no longer know a Kaylina Grace : ).
Brak, the door was wide open, revealing Davila who seemed to be walking leisurely in the company of Hans who was walking behind him.
The guy was still wearing his suit neatly, but the tie was already a little messy, I turned my head, then got up from Davila's chair.
“What does Mr Davila want, sir?” Hans asked politely from the end of the door, then waited for Davila to reply. The guy glanced at Hans then shot his shoulder indifferently.
“What do you want?” Davila asked me back, I looked back and forth, trying to find the right answer.
“I want Caramel Java Chip Frappuccino extra whip cream,”Gumamku wirih, Davila turned to Hans who was directly sambit the guy with a quick nod.
“Good sir,” Hans quickly walked out of the room, while closing the door. Davila glanced, then took off her suit—and threw her origin on the sofa.
“How was your day?” Davila turned her head, she opened the bottle cap and gulped the contents down to the toilet. I sighed lazily.
“I bosann! Which one still works on weekends? Jesus, is this how busy people are? Boring once!” I grumbled lazily, spilling all the insults I had saved.
Davila chuckled softly, then rubbed my head in agitation, the man walked over and sat down in his chair.
“I want to go home,” Rengekku slowly while pulling Davila's shoulder so that he stands up from his chair. The guy raised one eyebrow but did not wrinkle.
“You're really bored?” Davila asked back, then pulled my hand until I fell down and sat on her thigh. In Davila's lap.
“Yes! Which person will work on the weekend? They will usually date, watch a movie, or jog in the park.” I grumbled softly, imagining dating a rich man who was handsome and smiling.
Kyah! It will please huhuu! I envy you, if only!
Davila raised one eyebrow in wonder.
“Ken-can?” Davila looked curious, though,
Then he frowned in wonder. I looked up, then nodded small.
“Yes, regular dating alarakyat , you never did you?” I smiled defiantly, of course, where is there a Davila who is crazy about dating? Pshaw! Even if 10 million Grace's bet is brave.
Plus, Davila was living in luxury, so it was very unlikely that the guy was doing a regular folk-style date, which was usually just walking around the mall, eating in the food court, and watching the cinema. That guy's gonna rent a mall. You rich man!
“So you asked me out huh?” Davila grinned, then pulled my chin closer. I pulled Davila's hand off my chin in annoyance.
“It's better than waiting for you to finish working!” My mouth automatically exclaimed, making Davila smile, then got up from her seat.
Brak! With the door open, Hans stands there with a paper bag with the logo of the coffee company, Starbuck. The guy puts his paper bag on the front desk of the sofa, then bows briefly.
“Caramel Java Chip Frappuccino, and Americano one, Sir,” Hans said with a straight look forward, Davila got up from her chair then flicked her finger for a moment.
“Cancel all meetings after this,” I round my eyes in shock, as well as Hans who almost choked, the man closed his eyes a moment later focused on Davila, letting Davila continue his speech.
“I'll date this chatty girl.”
My eyeballs seem to want to jump out.
