Ezekiel
I sent a series of thoughtful gifts to Kiyara, but she responded with indifference. I felt frustrated and continued sending them for about a week. Eventually, I sent her a letter inviting her to meet me at Morent, a renowned restaurant in California known for its diverse and exquisite cuisine—Mexican, American, Italian, African, Asian, and more. It was quite difficult to secure a reservation there, as it attracted celebrities from around the world seeking a taste of their homeland.
The restaurant was reputed to earn $20 million annually and was acclaimed as the best in America. I thought it would be the perfect setting for Kiyara.
However, she declined. I texted her, feeling exhausted by her persistent coldness.
"I know you might not reply, but dress up; we're going somewhere."
"Where?" she surprisingly responded, and I felt a surge of joy.
"You'll see. I'll be at your house in 10 minutes," I replied, then promptly got into one of my Lamborghinis with a smile.
Kiyara
I was initially dismayed that he thought I'd actually agree to go out with him. I scoffed and decided to watch a movie instead. Within ten minutes, I heard the sound of a car. Was he serious? I was taken aback that he really showed up.
I quickly changed into a Klein blue dress with a silver design and styled my hair in under five minutes. Despite my reluctance, I headed downstairs, ready for a date I had no intention of enjoying.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, though I knew I wanted to send him away. I wasn't ready to forgive him and wanted him to set me free.
"I'm sure we both know the answer to that," he smirked and handed me a blue-tinted rose, a rare find these days. "How come you brought flowers that match my dress?"
"Coincidence?" he asked with a grin as he opened the Lamborghini door. I hesitated to enter, glaring at the seat.
"Are you getting in or are we having our date here?" he joked.
"It's not a date," I said grumpily.
"Whatever you call it, princess," he said with a bow. I reluctantly entered the car, and we drove off.
Ezekiel
I knew I needed to choose a peaceful setting to help calm Kiyara, so I took her to the beach.
When we arrived, she seemed surprised, probably expecting a fancy restaurant. I wanted her to experience tranquility, not opulence.
"Wow, a beach? You should have told me; I wouldn't have worn this dress," she said with a frown.
"It doesn't matter," I said, taking her arm and guiding her toward the shore. We sat down to watch the waves, enjoying the fresh breeze. I could tell she appreciated the calm, even though we were silent for a while.
Eventually, she broke the silence. "So, why did you bring me here?" she asked, looking puzzled.
"Don't you feel at ease, my love?" I smiled, looking ahead, but she didn't respond.
"I brought you here to apologize for my actions. I was too impulsive, and I won't act that way again unless it's truly warranted," I said sincerely. She looked at me with an expression of skepticism.
"Trust me, from now on, I'll work to earn your approval rather than demand it," I said with a smile.
"And what if I say no?" she asked, trying to provoke me.
"You'll say yes. I've been observing you for two years," I said, surprising her.
"Observing me? You mean you've been keeping tabs on me?" she asked incredulously.
"Monitoring you," I said plainly.
"Same thing," she replied, rolling her eyes. We then sat quietly on the beach until it was time to head home.
Since I promised Kiyara that I'd improve, I was determined to uphold that promise, meaning I needed to exercise self-control.
The next morning, after a shower and dressed in a hoodie and joggers, I brewed a cup of coffee. It was Saturday, and all I wanted was to watch my dear Kiyara through my laptop screen. I smiled as I saw her multitasking—listening to music while cooking. She looked effortlessly captivating.