"My, my… look, who is it?"
Ayla looked up from her phone's screen only to find the man she was there to see.
"Don't you look lovely. You have changed so much." Alex pulled her into a side hug and gave her arm a good, tight squeeze.
"I wish I could say the same about you, but you don't look so lovely to me after making me wait for half an hour." Ayla rolled her eyes but returned the hug nonetheless. She didn't have the heart to yell at him when they were finally meeting after so long. Especially, given the history they shared.
"I am sorry. I slept through the alarm. It was your phone calls which woke me up in the end." He replied as he pulled back.
"You could have come downstairs right away." Ayla retorted.
"I was stinking… bad." Alex spoke in his defence. "There was no way I was going to meet my best friend after so l
"Not really!" He spoke up in his defence. "He's no detective. I assure you of that. He has some weird kind of hobbies. That's all." "Alex!" She glared at him. "I will buy you bubble tea. However many you want." The man gave up before their argument could go any further. But he knew what exactly to bet on. Ayla accepted the offer straightaway. "Fine." As if right on time, two servers came in with their meals with a third one in tow who held onto their drink. The two began to continue making small talks in between the bites to keep up the liveliness of the table. They didn't care about the stares which were being thrown their way. Neither did they care about the ugly scowls coming their way from the surrounding tables. "What are you doing these days?" Alex brought back the topic to her. He wanted to catch on every
"Ayla?" She was having trouble finding her voice as soon as the voice reached her ears. It was all too familiar to her. Her eyes met Alex's, who was already staring at the owner of the voice. While every fiber of her body screamed for her to not turn around, she went against her instincts and looked over her shoulder. And there he stood with all of his charm, hands tucked inside the pockets of his trousers, the suit fitting him like a glove. Well, it was tailored for him to fit like one. The way he held himself upright with squared shoulders definitely made him look a little too proud. But it was a look only he could pull off without crossing the other person. Though there was one thing which didn't settle well with Ayla: the frown evident in between his brows. "Hey." It took her some time to find her voice, but she managed to pull it off nonetheless. &nb
"Who was that man?" Alex asked as soon as Ayla settled down in her seat. His eyes were glued to the coat hanging down her shoulders which clearly didn't belong to her. He had a good idea about who might be the owner of it. "Huh?" She looked up at him, her brows drawn together in deep contemplation. "Didn't you greet him just now?" It was impossible for Alex not to know Claude was. "I know who he is, obviously." The man shook his head. "What I am asking you here is about who he is to you? Or should I be asking it the other way around?" "The other way?" Ayla could now tell where he was heading with his line of questions. "What are you to him?" He explained. "If looks could kill, I would have been six feet under the ground. He clearly wasn't happy seeing me with you here." Ayla hurriedly spoke up in Claude's defense. "It wasn't like that. That
"I am sorry to be troubling you, but I was told to come inside without knocking or anything." Her soft, yet apologetic, voice was enough to draw the attention of the two men who were ready to brawl their issues out. "Ayla?" Alex was the one who broke the silence which had so suddenly taken over the spacey office. "Alex?" The woman was as puzzled seeing him sitting there in Claude's office as Claude was, seeing her standing right at the entrance to his office. "Ayla?" Claude spoke up as soon as he was able to recover from the initial shock. He was up on his feet the very next second. "Come on in, please." There was no way he was going to let the estranged man sitting in his office ruin the perfect opportunity that was presented to him. "Umm… yeah." She was finding it hard to form a coherent sentence. Her mind was nothing but a jumble of thou
"While you were away, I got married…" Ayla dropped the news on him like a bomb. The room went silent entirely as Ayal listened to the soft thudding of Claude's heart, while waiting for Alex's response. "You did what?" Even after a good couple of minutes, Alex failed to register the news. It shook him, all of him. "I got married." There was no resentment or regret hidden in her words as Ayla answered the baffled man. "When?" Alex snapped, still taking his own sweet time to understand the situation completely. "Two years back." "It was two years ago." Claude and Ayla both replied to him at the same time. Looking into each other's eyes, they smiled at one another before turning their attention back to Alex. "So…." Alex dragged it as he put two and two together. "You two
Alex watched their expressions turn solemn and cursed himself internally for not reading the situation right."I… I don't mean to intrude here." Alex spoke up, making an attempt to recover. "I think… umm… I should leave now." With those words he got up on his feet and began to walk away from the couple. Just as he was about to reach for the lock, Claude's stern voice came through."Please, stay. You don't have to leave because you said nothing wrong."Alex turned around to face the man only to see him standing by his desk. Whilst Ayla was still standing in her earlier spot, her arms holding on to her elbows like she was hugging herself."I didn't mean to sour either of your mood. I only wanted to know. Because that's what I am. A curious soul." Alex shrugged, apologizing to the couple once again for his questioning."I can understand.
"Hey." Claude turned to watch the person who had interrupted his thought process. If it was someone else, they would have probably earned themselves a scolding if not mockery from the man. But who was he to mind when it was the only person he wished to be with. Ayla. "Hey, you." A soft smile crossed his stern features as he gazed at the owner rather lovingly, his eyes filled with pure adoration. "What are you doing here?" Ayla raised an eyebrow in his direction as she eyed the white sport's car parked right behind him. It was miraculous enough to earn the man a few glances from the onlookers. But did he really require a car for the purpose? He so did not. His face would be enough to have random strangers, both men and women, drooling. And to a certain extent, it annoyed her. What she found more unfair was how he had only grown more handsome over the time they had spent apart.
"Who said that?" She snapped at him. "Who said I don't have feelings for you anymore? Because I do!"As soon as the words escaped her lips, shock took over her senses. Biting down on her lower lip—hard, Ayla buried her face into her palms. She didn't have the strength to look in his direction let alone meet his intense gaze. Though she did not see the look on his face, she could feel the man's eyes boring into the top of her head as the car slowed down further until it came to a stop."Ayla?" He called out her name in a low whisper but she refused to look up.It was no secret that she still had feelings for him, but saying it out loud made it all too real. And it scared her."Ayla?"Claude spoke up again, this time he wasn't whispering. Something else laced his voice, something she could not put a finger on."Will you