"There's a twenty-four-hour café there." Eric pointed at a modern chick café, five meters away from the bike rack. Then he pointed at a mega wide construction across the street.
"I'll just be there," he said. And without wasting another second, he crossed the street and entered the construction site.
Evangeline was still in a state of disbelief and inner turmoil. Her eyes followed the back of Eric, feeling . . . lonely . . .
". . ."
What is wrong with me? You're not acting yourself, Evangeline!
She didn't understand why she wanted to wait for Eric no matter what. Didn't understand why she wanted him to submit to her so badly. And before she even noticed it, she already became obsessed with the idea. She dismissed it all as nothing but a game though. Nothing but a new kind of entertainment to challenge her ego.
She didn't entertain the thoughts anymore and dismissed it, thinking because it was a first she encountered a man like Eric.
