Chapter 30

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Nolan: Um sort of, our companies have certain tie-ups and the professionals interact mostly. I've only met him now.

Flynn: yeah. How's everything BTW?

Nolan: (avoids Arielle's sudden gaze at him) um It's good Mr. Flintoff, you know everything.

Flynn: No, no, Everything will be alright, don't loose hope. We are there for you.

Nolan: sure, We are so happy to have your support sir.

Flynn: No mentions Nolan, and I'm 'Flynn', don't call me sir.

Nolan: That's your nobility sir.

Flynn: Sir? (nods)

Nolan: (chuckles) Oh yeah Flynn Flynn.

Arielle: (I've got no idea what they're talking, but I somehow have a feeling that everything is connected)

Nolan: I guess I'll leave.

Flynn: hey I've just arrived, have a coffee atleast.

Nolan: Thanks for asking but I've already had with the group, maybe some other day.

Flynn: Sure. (Nolan leaves) So?

Arielle: (raises a brow) huh? (Not him starting the convo with SO?)

Flynn: Chats with old love?

Arielle: The Hell!

Flynn: (chuckles) IDK, what?

Arielle: He's my friend. (clasps her hands around her)

Flynn: oh okay. That's cool.

Arielle: hm.

Flynn: What is it?

Arielle: WHAT?

Flynn: (laughs) Easy love, what is bothering my princess? (rests his hand on the table)

Arielle: I don't know, I'm having a real bad day today.

Flynn: hmmm, I know what could help.

Arielle: (faces her) What ? tell me.

Flynn: Coffee.

Arielle: tch. (smiles later) You've had 4 mugs already haven't you?

Flynn: WAIT? WHAT?! how do you know? actually 5 but how do you know?

Arielle: (laughs) I can't beleive you Mr. Flintoff. It's 12 noon, I was just guessing, but look at you.

Flynn: These guesses. (sighs) (calls for waiter)

Arielle: No Mr. Flintoff, you're not having another. (nods)

Flynn: I-I thought maybe you wanted.

Arielle: Nope, I've had mine, and No more coffee today.

Flynn: (makes an angry face mockingly) ugh. Just get us some mojito then.

Arielle: (laughs) you have a long way to go Mr. flintoff, and this is your first step.

Flynn: don't worry darling, I'll get back to you on this.

Arielle: What? I don't have addictions. (shrugs proudly)

Flynn: woah, we're gonna see for that.

Arielle: whatever! (speaks after a minute) uh you wanted to be a basketball player, if I'm not wrong?

Flynn: um yeah, you suddenly bringing that up.(smiles while raising an eyebrow)

Arielle: yeah, I thought maybe talking about something different would clear up my messed mind. (points at her head)

Flynn: sure. (clasps his both hands on the table and leans a little towards the table)

I wanted it but then my uh-(hesitates) my(clinches his jaw) 'dad' wanted me to go to the business school abroad, And then joining for MNC, I never had a thought of basketball, I don't even remember the last time I played.

Arielle: oh, but it must be great to study abroad. (says with shine in her eyes)

Flynn: (interrupting) what is your dream Arielle?

Arielle: oh that, I wish to be a billionaire.

Flynn: (laughs) I appreciate.

Arielle: no it is my dream, what's so funny? (in anger)

Flynn: nothing. (tries his best to control his laughter)

(Complete silence for 2 minutes)

Arielle: um Flynn, actually I wanted to ask, don't you think we are having a great time, like, I-I mean we hang out, we go for drives and stuff, like maybe we should know a lil bit more about each oth-

(Flynn is looking in Arielle's eyes and is totally unaware of Stuff Arielle is talking about)
(Arielle is talking continuously only focussed about what she's saying)

Flynn: what do you think of marriage Arielle?

Arielle: (nods as she doesn't understand what he just said) yeah exactly, we have to know--

(waiter walks in) WHATTT?(totally shocked)

The waiter lands the order on the table and shakes a bit from Arielle's reaction

Waiter: (he misinterprets the situation) Ma'am are you okay? (worried) Should I call Dan sir or- (shivering)

Arielle: wa-wait, No No. I'm good, everything's good. (stammers and blinks multiple times to process everything)

Waiter: sure ma'am?

Arielle: Yeah yeah, damn sure. ( Damn sure Imma die today, not sure from panic attacks or from the sentence Mr.Flintoff nattered )

The waiter leaves

Flynn: What-do-think-of-Marriage-Arielle?

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