When Abigail arrived home, she headed straight to her bathroom, seeking solace in the warmth of a soothing bath.
As she removed her clothes and eased into the bathtub, the events from earlier replayed in Abigail's mind, each moment vividly etched into her memory.
"So his name is Dymon, what kind of name is that?" Abigail mused aloud to herself as she picked up the soap and began washing her body. "And why would someone look so damn perfect? His gaze was so deadly, staring at me like I'm some kind of prey," she snorted, shaking her head in disbelief.
"Why was he staring at me like that? His expressions are so cold and blank, I can't even see any signs of emotion on his face. He looks like the devil king. I got scared for a moment just by staring at his face," Abigail muttered to herself as she took in a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves.
"I shouldn't be thinking about all of this. I have an interview tomorrow; that's what I should be focusing on, not some handsome heartless goat," she advised herself sternly. After getting dressed in a loose yellow top that reached her lap, she collapsed onto her cozy blue bed, and within a few minutes, she drifted off to sleep.
As the next morning dawned, Abigail rose early and efficiently completed her morning routine. After taking her bath and getting dressed in a stunning outfit, she looked as beautiful as always. Opting not to take her scooter, as she was heading for an interview, she stepped out onto the street. With determination in her stride, she walked along the pavement, scanning the road for a taxi. However, as minutes ticked by, there was no sign of an available cab in sight.
"Oh God! I don't have much time," Abigail muttered anxiously as she continued to search for a taxi. Suddenly, a black Rolls Royce pulled up in front of her, blocking her path. Assuming someone was about to exit the vehicle, she stepped aside. However, as she moved, the car shifted to block her again. Frustration mounting, Abigail tried to move once more, only for the car to mirror her movements, blocking her path yet again. Growing increasingly frustrated, Abigail couldn't help but voice her irritation aloud.
"What the hell are you doing? What's wrong with you?" Abigail yelled in frustration, her patience wearing thin. As the window of the car rolled down, it revealed the very same man she had labeled the "Handsome Heartless goat" in her thoughts the night before.
"Oh, it's you again. What do you want today? Do you want to crush me the way you almost did yesterday, huh?" Abigail scoffed at him, her glare sharp and dangerous. The guy merely smirked back at her, flashing that mischievous smile that always seemed to scream 'Run for your life'. Abigail looked away, unable to withstand the intensity of his stare, which mirrored the one from yesterday.
"Please don't waste my time, I have an interview to attend," Abigail stated firmly, her eyes scanning the street for any sign of an available taxi. Finally, the man who had been staring at her as if there were no tomorrow finally spoke.
"We meet again, little bluey," he said in the same husky, deep voice as the day before, his gaze penetrating as ever.
"Why are you calling me Bluey? My name is not Bluey, I'm Abigail. And I'm not little, I'm 22 years old, so stop calling me Bluey and stop calling me little, understood? And also, stop staring at me like that. Do you want me to pluck out your eye?" Abigail snapped, meeting his gaze head-on with a fierce determination. Her words seemed to amuse him, as he smirked and scanned her from head to toe before speaking.
"So your name is A-BI-GAIL," he called out her name, stressing each syllable slowly, causing a shudder to run down her spine.
"We meet again," he added, still not taking his gaze off her. "So, where are you heading? An important meeting or something? I can see some files with you. And yes, where's your little scooter? You didn't use it today?" His voice remained dangerously calm as he inquired.
"And that's none of your business. Where I'm going is none of your business, and where my scooter is... is also none of your business. So please don't bring bad luck to me this early morning and let's go our separate ways," Abigail retorted with a snort as she walked away, flagging down a taxi. But before she left, she couldn't resist using his slang.
"We'll meet again," she said with a smirk before entering the taxi. As it drove off, leaving him with a devilish smirk on his lips, the air between them seemed charged with an unspoken tension, hinting at future encounters yet to come.
"You are right, Bluey. We'll meet again," he said, a devilish smile playing on his lips and with a sudden acceleration, the vehicle sped off, disappearing from sight just as it had the day before. The lingering promise of future encounters hung in the air, leaving Abigail with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity about what might lay ahead, she's not even sure if she want them to really encounter each other ever again.