【♥】Reαsons To Love【♥】➳「 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗚𝘂𝗻 」ENG

》08《 It's Over...

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▂▃▅▆▇ 08 - It's Over... ▇▆▅▃▂

ᕁ᙮ᕁᕽᕽᕁ᙮᙮ᕁᕽᕽᕁ᙮ᕁ ᕁ᙮ᕁᕽᕽᕁ᙮᙮ᕁᕽᕽᕁ᙮ᕁ 

The descent into hell had begun. But probably only for Gun. As expected, the evening didn't pass under the best auspices. Yet it had started so well. There was him, the girl he had fallen in love with, and cool, unpretentious projects that would send them stars full of heads, full of eyes and hearts full of love.

But fate had decided otherwise and had placed a nest of snakes in his path, unwanted obstacles, dirtying the beautiful picture of his evening.

On the surface, everything looked beautiful. The restaurent was magnificent with modern and shiny architecture. Everything was tastefully decorated, the tables were nicely prepared with beautiful crockery. But maybe this treatment was reserved for the lucky ones in the VIP rooms.

This is where they were installed. On the top floor of the modern restaurant, in a very bright private room with a sublime chandelier which dotted the room with a luminous glow. A large round table sat in the middle of the room, draped with an immaculate white tablecloth covered with a red-colored fabric - symbol of love - to contrast with purity. Red rose petals dotted the tablecloth. The wine glasses were crystal. The armchairs were in black velvet. An impressive and intimidating place that contrasted with the more modest appearance of the rest of the restaurant.

But popular models were probably given preferential treatment for such privileges...

Throughout the evening, the waiters bent over backwards to serve them. They sang the praises of each of the dishes which resembled a ceremony of color and flavor with each appearance. Turning their modest Valentine's Day into an over-the-top quirky evening. Gun felt uncomfortable. Even more when he saw his girlfriend's look both impressed and lost in front of the number of place settings accompanying the plates of the European-style restaurant. The dishes brought were tasty and distinguished. Carefully dressed with elegance and refinement. And really succulent, it had to be admitted.

The evening was punctuated by banal conversations. Most of the time sired by girls. Pruhaya tried to initiate a variety of conversation topics to keep the silences from lingering too long. Mia responded kindly but it was obvious that the model wasn't a conversationalist.

The couples had nothing in common and didn't know what to say, which was embarrassing. Gun vaguely wondered what Mark and his girlfriend were talking about when they were alone. They didn't have much in common. And Mia wasn't stingy in conversation. Especially if it was unnecessary. Unlike Pruhaya who animated the evening by taking an interest in Mia's professional career. A trivial subject that was worth another.

Gun was bored. He hid it with polite and complicit smiles with his girlfriend. But each time his joy was marred by Mark's scrutinizing gaze. His pupils were moving unconsciously at him regularly. The black haired guy was in front of him at the table. And sometimes his way of looking at him was too insistent. Too blatant. In those moments, Gun gave him a warning look and that was enough for him to pick up the thread of the conversation.