Running from Leo

CHAPTER 41: The 'D' word

There are three things I can do right now.

One: Stand here like a statue and wait for cameras and cheering audience to appear out of nowhere and say that my entire life was a reality show and I just won ten million dollars.

Two: Continue gawking at the scene in front of me till it gets uncomfortable and he eventually leaves me alone. Then I go back to my room and scream like a mad woman.

Three: I take a seat like an obedient little girl and try my best not to panic, faint or scream.

As exciting as the second option sounds, the constipated look or should I say nervousness on his face tells me that I should follow my third option.

I covered my red face in embarrassment and breathed shakily. "Oh my God, I'm so stupid. So, so stupid."

It's official. I have finally learnt my lesson. Listen to what he says very carefully and think of every possible meaning of it.

"I-I didn't... You..." I was rendered speechless. There were no proper words to describe the scene in front of me. Leonardo was watching my every reaction carefully as I were some new species. His grip on the chair was tightening.

"Sit now. Talk later."

I blinked rapidly and moved my feet which were glued to the floor previously.

Exhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Exhale. Inhale. Wait, no! That's not how people breathe. How do I breathe again?

I have no idea what to do in situations like this. Heck, this isn't some situation. This is a... I squeaked when he pushed the chair in. I was nervous. Too nervous. And him moving around me was not helping at all. To hell with that, he is nervous too.

Inhale. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Inhale. Exhale. Wait, no! Why can't I remember how to breathe properly again?!

I was probably looking like a lost child as I watched him pick up a nice, fancy glass bottle from the ice bucket kept on the table and unscrew the cork.

Pop!

Where did it go? I tried to search for it in vain. Dammit! Why did it fly away and why didn't it take me away?

The sound of pouring broke my train of thoughts. Wow. That's one dark coloured liquid in a champagne glass. Champagne glass? Oh no. A very big no.

"C-Capo... I don't..."

"Grape wine. Low alcohol."

"Oh."

He poured himself a glass then sat in front of me. Silence filled in between us and I shifted in my seat, uncomfortably. His eyes were on me and I was looking everywhere except him. Oh look, they arranged the walls with fairy lights!

"Amelia."

My eyes met his. "Huh?"

"Talk now."

My throat went dry. Talk? He wants me to talk? What the hell am I supposed to talk about? I can't think of anything, scratch that, I can't think anything. I want to sink into this chair and vanish into thin air. I don't know what to do in a... that word. Yes. That word. The 'D' word. I couldn't say it yet. He took me by surprise even though he had told me. My stupid self had taken it in another way and he had done that too.

"I... I really don't know what to say." I confessed, "I-I don't."

"Hmm."

"I liked the view though. It's beautiful." I smiled weakly.