After having fun, both the best friends bid goodbye to each other with a warm hug. Belle was now back at her apartment. She bathed and went to her study table which had a small yellow flower lamp lit with a book beside it. She opened it and started reading.
Belle wasn't the type that read a lot of books,but she enjoyed reading romance,comedy,drama, supernatural or paranormal books. The one she was now reading was a dramedy. While reading it she always imagined her to be the female lead and just wished how nice it would be if it actually were her!
Once her eyes started feeling heavy,she closed the book and went to her bed. Within a few minutes she drifted off to her Dreamland.
After Belle stormed out of the company,Alan had to go through his father's wrath about how he was rude to Belle. Lee was standing there feeling helpless. Whereas Drusilla left for her so-called very important photoshoot that would increase her status as a model.
Yes! Drusilla was a model. She also worked for Crimson Kings and also was a close family friend of theirs.
After listening to his father's scolding like a little boy who was taught manners by his father,Alan returned to his mansion. He went on-did his routine. He then picked up a glass from the counter and chose a whiskey from the bunch of alcohol that was organized ever so neatly in the small bar that was in his room. He was sipping his drink while he was going through social media. Later he fell asleep.
The next morning Belle decided to give herself all the time she had today since- it was a Sunday! She got up and dressed herself in a black cropped hoodie and black leggings that came up to her mid waist and stopped right below the hoodie ended. She tied her long hair in a bun and pulled out few strands of her hair from the sides and wore her favourite Harry Potter glasses. She headed to a nearby café with her favourite book in her hand.
She entered the café which was not too crowded. She made sure she sat at a place where nobody could see her,but she could see everyone. She sat at a table that was on the right beside the door. It was a two seat table so she made sure she took a seat from where everyone were visible.
She just enjoyed viewing everyone when they were busy doing their own work. It was weird but she didn't care.She made sure when somebody asked her what was her favourite pass time-she wouldn't tell them she liked staring at others,but framed it in her way of describing it,which was 'I like observing my surroundings'.
A thought suddenly appeared in her mind- 'It is a Sunday,so the café must be crowded...but why isn't it crowded? It is just like how it is on weekdays! humph! Wait..wait...wait...they are probably sleeping because IT IS a Sunday!' Thinking how insensible she was she just smiled to herself while hitting her forehead with her palm.
Her gaze suddenly shifted to a familiar figure leaning against the counter in front of her staring directly at her....