When she had told them that she had no one to come to her rescue, they thought she was joking until they confirmed that her mother is indeed in a Psychiatrist hospital and she has no other family members.
"Later when I was released that fourth night, I went home to bed and cried my eyes out. I wished my Father was still alive." She notices his solemn expression. He looked like he was contemplating on something else. As if his mind had gone somehwere. Just when she about to call out to him, he turns his eyes to her and smiles. A very faint yet sad one.. "anyways the funny thing is how that night, after crying and deciding I lacked back up, I thought to look for a sugar daddy. I dressed up and went to a might club but I was thrown out before I even got in." She laughed at herself and patted her stomach. "One of the guards gave me money and told me to eat. He said my problem looked like I needed foo. After an hour, I went bak home an told myself being a sugar baby isnt for me. Turns out, I was just hungry for food."
Ethans expression deepens when she said this. "If you had gotten the chance to be in the club and found someone, would you have really went through with it?"
It was a serious question and coming from him, he would have thought deeply about it before asking. Ana decided to be truthful when answering since she isnt the type of person that doesnt like to hide how she is. "If I would be honest, yes." She would really have gone through with it.
Ethan releases a frustrated sigh. He has really failed as a crush. He thought trailing her around would be disrespectful and only wait till she comes back to her home before catching glimpse of her. Sometimes when he gets out and he sees her by the road, he takes his time to look at her till she is out of sight.
Hearing what she had been through made him regret not following he around and knowing the people she walks with. Regardless, "Who is the producer again?" He nonchalantly questions.
"I am not sure. Probably some cousin of the Donna or something."
He nods his head. The Donna family are doomed.
"Did you find a job the next day?"
Ana shakes her head and sits back into her chair. "No I didnt, but I found one the next day. I worked as a waitress at the coffee shop down street." She stares at him and stares back into the air for some time. "Boss, have you been to the coffee shop down street before?" It suddenly felt like she had seen him there before.
Ethan shakes his head and pulls his duvet between his fingers. How was he to say Marcey had seen her working there and had told him. He had then went there every day and stared at her from the darkness of his car.
"Tsk...I must be thinking too much then." She looks around the room again and smiles to herself. How minimal is he? She sniffs the sleeve of his hoodie and smiles. "Boss, which detergent is this? It smells really nice." She couldn't even describe the scent it was calming.
Clearing his throat, he informs her. "That would be my perfume." He opens his mouth to talk again but closes it. He wasnt sure if he should say it but he really wanted to assure her.
As if Ana had noticed his expresison, she moves her chair a little closer making Ethan look at her and told him. "Boss, you can tell me things."
He fiddles with his fingers for some time before looking into her eyes and gently saying. "Anastasia, you dont have to let people walk over you again, you can rely on me." He watched as her eyes turned kind of small and misty. She relaxed back into the chair as though she got tired by what he had said. He panicked internally but kept his facial expression neutral. "If anyone dares to bully you, you can always complain to me."
It was Ana's turn to become nervous. "Boss, you are really a nice person." She had never met a human this kind. Not to say, Ethan isn't even human.
Would she have to erase her biases towards the demons?
She begins to engage him in talks of movies she had watched and places she had worked until two hours later when she heard her stomach grumble.
"Boss, I should get going now. It is past lunch time." She smiles at him and begins to push the chair back to its space. She folds the blanket he gave her and placed it at the edge of his bed. By now, Ethan was already standing next to her.
"I will make lunch. Can you...wait?"
She waves her hand in his face, immediately disagreeing. "You should get more rest. I will order some food."
He scractches the back of his head and hurriedly walks out of the room to the kitchen. He then picks his phone and texts Marcey to order some food for Anna. Knowing the lady, she will probably live on bread.
Ana was yet to take off his hoodie when she meets him in the kitchen with his back turned to her. He looked serious doing something on his phone, so she simply sits in a chair and waits for him to be done. When Ethan turns around, he meets her toying with her fingers.
"I have aksed Marcey to order some food." Surprised, she riased her head to stare at him. "Do you..." he trails his fingers on the kitchen slab and avoids eye contact with her. "Eat together?"
"Of course." Why would she say no to free food? It was not as if she had food to eat. "Boss, about the party we will be going..." Ethans face convulsed into an ugly grimace at the mention of party and it made Ana want to laugh. "Do you hate parties that much?"