Feline likes Sean since high school. His eyes fixed on Althea around that time. Feline didn't seem to bother to the guys who liked her. She has her eyes on one man only. And it was that man with dimples on both cheeks. His teeth glowed every time he smiled.
Sean chortled. "If you would listen, would you even understand?"
He turned to her, gazing at her eyes. Feline sniffed, beamed, and simply nodded. She was a good listener, if Sean knew her very well.
"Why wouldn't I listen to you? You're the only one I know here. Don't be fickle about it," Feline gripped the handle of the wineglass. She tilted her head back, drank the remnants while Sean stared out of space. She put it on the counter once again and swivel her stool.
"Where do we start? Since the early days of your relationship or what?" Feline urged. She wanted to know. Badly. Even though it might hurt her. The studios even knew the relationship between Sean and Friya. The Chief Executive Officer knew their love for each other.
Feline was nowhere on the line.
"You will listen or brag that Friya's a nagger one?" Sean drank from his glass. He turned to him with those soft eyes, indicating he's tired for the day. Sean's tousled hair over his forehead lay down at the level of his eyebrows.
Feline observed his puffy yet squirmy face. She nodded, simple as that, and she knew that gesture would move Sean for. He's trying his best not to cry, but he could, if he's all alone at that counter. Feline watched as his face changed.
"Cmon, say it to me. I could help. I'm a woman after all," Feline spoke up as Sean bit his lip and hissed. He gulped the remaining beer on his glass, turned to her with those gleaming eyes. Feline looked straight at him.
The melancholy music erupted, swaying with the mood. Feline raised her eyebrows and motioned for her to continue. Sean began, "Was I wrong when I didn't come to our dinner because I needed to do some work?"
He started it without a pause. Feline tilted her head to one side as she knew the reason they argued. She nodded simply, signed at the bartender once again, and she breathed, "It wasn't your fault."
Feline turned to the counter as she smirked. She tapped her glass. The bartender filled it out once again. Sean stared at her for quite a while. That's what she's all going to say? Nothing else?
"It wasn't your fault you took the overtime for your drama. It's for you and Friya's future, after all. Aren't you living in the same house together?" Feline questioned. She prevented her squeaking voice by sipping the baby blue liquid.
So that's why their argument started? A simple dinner wouldn't be the reason to ruin their relationship after all. Feline placed her drink back down as Sean gripped his beer glass. She sighed, pointed out, "Was it the second time you didn't show up at your dinner, or it happened countless times?"
Woman don't have the courage to ask for their loved one's time somehow. They will let it pass for a moment, got their knees stand up again from the ground, and walked as if nothing happened.
Women forget all those anxious things. If they love someone, they will clasp on them. In that moment, Feline knew how Sean felt. Friya's changing, Sean is too. Their relationship may grow, but it will never be apart.
"It happened for the fifth time," Sean muttered. It confirmed the thought. Feline needs to be careful with her words. She doesn't want to hoist a burden on his weeping heart.
"Listen, Sean. You've been in a relationship with Friya for almost 9 years now. Or more than that. Your relationship changed, that's why. She's used to the things you do to her. I'm not saying Friya is falling out of love with you," Feline began. She placed her elbow on the counter. Sean averted his eyes and listened intently.
"Women remember things their loved ones do to them. They cherished every moment that passed, even if it's simplest of things. If you used to do that back then, maybe Friya felt unimportant to you now," Feline pointed out. It must be the mistake. Her guts were screaming Sean didn't even take a phone call to Friya earlier.
"She's precious to me. How could you say that?" Sean retorted with his soft voice. He drank another glass of beer as Feline bit her lip for a moment. She was slimming down the words again and took on the second to reply.
"Friya asked you if you wanted to make some time for her, right? That's what she's thinking right now, Sean," Feline conceded. It was the truth, she hoped. Her advice was helpful. Every time a co-worker wanted to talk to her, she knew it was the very reason. She's a good listener, after all.
She understood Sean's place in a moment before he spoke. Sean sniggered, confirming that it was what happened. He pushed the glass on his side and turned to Feline. She smiled at him and muttered, "Am I right? Friya must be alone now. You need to persuade her."
Feline urged him to do it. The pain in her words left a raw, wounded mark on her heart again. She beamed as Sean asked, "How did you know? Have you been in a relationship?"
Feline halted her hand from picking up the wineglass. She turned to him, uttered, "I just know. That's what life is. You don't even have to be in a relationship to know the meaning of love."
She drank the remaining tequila on her glass and retrieved her purse on the side. It's already half past midnight. Sean watched as she fumbled for her wallet in her bag.
"You are a good listener, Feline. I do hope I can talk to you a lot."