At that moment, grim didn't know anymore if he had made the right decision involving the girl in a perilous journey entailing an invariable grave of life-threatening predicaments. While making the plan, he didn't consider the inevitable factors which could affect the process of his so-called victory. Damn. He didn't even take the time to make a strategy. He just put the dots together and came up with his supposed imaginary result. Someone following Ellen in the street, suspecting the presence of that certain body outside her house were all that made him postulate his own ploy.
How could he consider the fact that the little fawn would get involve more than he had planned for her, touching the roots of the tree he aimed to cut?
After listening to the words that were still lingering in the air, his mind tried to shut off every sensible action. He just wanted to f*ck the oh-so innocent and naive little fawn so hard right then and there that she would forget her own name.
What was the reason? Ellen coming up with a theory on her own? No, the girl just tried to over-smart him. A mortal. The girl he was ordered to take the life of. A selfless, unarmed, ordinary girl. Never in the fraction, he thought that this little fawn could be this...witty.
If Ellen could see him, she would see an outrageous fire burning in his eyes. He was staring at her with brooding eyes. Lashing out at her would make negative consequences on his plan, which might result failing. But he was feeling too aggravated to act rationally.
Ellen let go of his collar and looked at him with those impatient eyes, waiting to hear out what he had to say. Say? He would yell at her or he, himself, didn't even know what he might do but when he looked into those clear as crystal eyes, vexation that was clouding his mind began to evaporate. It had happened for the second time that he didn't do what he craved to do. First, last night when he wanted to claim her and now again. It was very unlike of him.
He didn't move, just held her gaze and his anger was soon nowhere to be present. While looking into those eyes, only one thought flashed into his mind.
The little fawn didn't know what she was getting herself into.
"HAHAHA."
Rather than getting angry, he finally chose to shut her off by laughing at her idiotic theory. When Ellen's eyes shone in utter cluelessness of his roguish laugh, he let out an impish chuckle again before speaking.
"You are really something, little fawn. Instead of asking me if demons do exist for real, you are telling me that there was a one here last night? Do you really think that a demon has got nothing to do than showing up at the place where you work? Are you that special? "
And it worked. Ellen's sullen pout was a clear indication of her being annoyed and if grim got it right, she wouldn't bring the same thing up again.
"I hate you!", the girl threw the word at him and walked off. When she left, grim smiled to himself like an idiot who was stupidly in love with the princess despite knowing that he cannot have her, ever. But he wasn't in love. He was only getting the kick out of the girl's sullen moods.
He turned around and saw Ellen exiting the library. There was still some time left for the clock to strike five but the girl had finished her work early and she hadn't planned to be around that thickhead so she left after informing her boss.
She walked to the bus stop. When she was waiting there, a car stopped in front of her. The vent glass rolled down and there showed grim wearing... shades?
"Get in", he said and to his surprise, Ellen got inside the car shortly. Her bus would arrive after 30 minutes and she didn't know if she would get another bus to the stop near her house. That was why she didn't decline grim. If he wanted to be her driver, she would let him be.
"What's so funny?", he was continuously hearing the girl breaking small chuckles after some pauses. First, she focused on the drive, letting the girl do whatever she was doing but when small chuckles turned into a stifled laugh, he couldn't ignore it anymore.
"You look like a chicken roaster with those glasses on", and she didn't have to hold it back anymore. With that, she burst into a peal of laughter. When people would find him deadly handsome with those shades on, to the little fawn he looked like chicken, A ROASTED CHICKEN!
"You mean a hot chicken", he rotated his face in her direction. She was still laughing with her arms wrapped around her small waist.
"A hot roasted chicken! That's funnier", Ellen continued her fits of laughter. Grim wanted to hit her with the ugly expressions at such a cheap dad joke but seeing her laughing like a kid who laughs at a man pulling funny faces at him, he took his glasses off. He didn't like the shades dulling the real colours of her wholehearted laugh. It was the first time he had seen her laughing. Subconsciously the corner of his lips curved up in a genuine and real smile. A smile that was gone ages ago. Not that he smiled naturally, his eyes also glistened in the profoundness of the scene appearing in their sight.
After a while, the girl's laughing finally came to an end. When she wiped the tears in the corner of her eyes and switched the sight towards grim, he instantly brought his gaze on the road.
"Shawn~~~", if grim was a high school boy, driving his hot crush back to her house, he could've slammed hard on the brakes hearing how sweetly his crush uttered his name. But he didn't for he wasn't a high school boy, Ellen wasn't his crush and she could be anything but hot? No. He never found girl hot. Innocent? Yes. Because of her obliviousness towards the sexual world.
"Can you stop by a cafe? I couldn't finish my breakfast because of being sleepy", the girl asked blinking her puppy eyes.
"I gave you a hard time last night, didn't I?", he asked, a playful grin appearing on his lips.
"You couldn't sleep tight because I was on your mind", clearing the meaning behind his said words, he snickered and looked back at the road.
In the short time, Ellen had become his devilish joy. He would love to mock fun at the little fawn, tease the hell out of her, smirk mischievously at her words, and see her pissed-off reactions. Consequently, having a whale of a time.
"Keep dreaming, chicken", she bitterly gasped and leaned back in the seat.
'Why did I even ask? What was I even expecting? Dickhead', she continued rambling in her mind when the car stopped outside a luxurious restaurant.
Her eyes wide opened like a saucer when she looked out of the window. It was a five-star restaurant in Los Angeles. If she would work in the library her whole life, she still couldn't make enough money to have lunch at this place.
"Don't drool in my car", grim jeered at her before unbelting his seatbelt and getting out. When he was walking, he looked back and saw that the little fawn was still inside the car. He sighed and strode back. Getting to her side, he opened the door.
"I would've fried chickens walking here by themselves for you but unfortunately they don't walk despite having legs. Now, shall we get going, little fawn?"
He reached his hand out but the girl huffed at his not-so-funny remark and stepped out, rejecting his hold.
Hearing the girl being hungry, he thought to have her somewhere to eat. He wouldn't bring her to a cheap restaurant. It wasn't that he would eat at that place, he wouldn't put up with sitting there either. Thus, he drove her to this extravagant place.
There could be nothing chaotic and surprising happening in a public restaurant for a library girl who wasn't a social person and a grim reaper who didn't have friends.
Could there?