3 years later,
It was 10 in the morning.
Dezze emerged from the crime scene, impeccably dressed in a somber outfit consisting of black shoes, pant, and a coat, paired with a crisp white shirt. Her hair was pulled back into a tight, sleek updo.
Mark, who was closely following Dezze, hastily caught up to her and abruptly stopped her in her tracks.
"Would you like to smoke a cigarette?"Mark asks.
"Who, me?" she asked, pointing to herself. "Are you talking to me?"
Mark rolled his eyes"Who else would it be, then?"
"Be straightforward, what is it that you want from me?" she asked, placing her hands firmly on her hips.
"You won't believe what I'm about to tell you - it's absolutely shocking."Barely containing his excitement, he stood beside Dezze and spoke in a hushed, eager tone."Mr.john is going on a blind date again today."
"What?" Dezze's eyes widened in shock as a blood-curdling scream tore from her lips.
Mark gestured for her to keep her voice down, whispering, "Shh, don't scream."
"I hope he hits the lottery this time." Dezze pray in a subdued tone, her eyes cast upward and her hands clasped together in a gesture of contained emotion.
7 pm,
2 nd date with same blind date girl
Mr.John knows how to take out time for a special person along with his busy schedule. Be it his own or a stranger, he has always felt that the way we treat someone, we get back that way too. But when it comes to practically, it was always Mr. John has suffered. Be it his first love in school or his father's second affair, or the pain of his mother leaving him at the age of 18, he has lost something or the other and maybe this is the reason why he is not letting anyone enter in his heart so easily.
Wearing black coat, white formal pant with white shirt inside and matching black shoes, Mr. John was sitting at a restaurant.
After looking around for a while, a long smile bloomed on his lips when he saw her. Front hair of her which were teasing her eyes, she politely put back and sits in front of Mr.john. She adjusts the white sleeveless frock worn a little above her knees. After checking around, her eyes meets Mr. John's who was just staring at her. But an unknown voice brought him back to the real world.
"May I help you, sir?" Waiter asks beside Mr.john.
"Oh, so what you want to eat?" Back his eyes meet with Emma's (Mr.john's 2 nd date with 1st blind date girl).
Emma correct her posture and then respond. "Whatever you recommend me, I will eat. This is my first time in here so I have no idea which food will be taste better."
"Ummm... don't worry.." With his I am here attitude, Mr. John order from the menu. Mr. John has come here many times. Sometimes with clients and sometimes with colleagues, so he knows a lot about the food of here.
After the waiter leaves, both of them keep looking here and there for some time. Although Mr. John has got a promotion, he hasn't stop noticing the people's emotions around him carefully. But how long will this practice continue? Fed up, he opens his mouth with a question.
"So what your occupation say that day..!" Mr. John knows everything. It is not that after his first blind date with her, he did not try to know about her. He did a thorough investigation. He collected all her information from her social media with full enthusiastically and perhaps he had never shown such passionate in any case till date. from his point of view he wasn't a stalker, he was just check her background.
"Oh I'm an interior designer and you ... (Emma doesn't think much because she's a bit shy but straightforward as well.) You are a detective, right? "
"Oh yes, How do you know? Were you stalking me?" Mr. John had given his introduction very well on the first date itself. He may have forgotten but Emma didn't forget.
"You were the one who said this when we first met."
The smile that Mr. John has given was replaced with embarrassment.
"Oh, yeah, yes yes.. I was the one who said it. (Fake smile) Ha...ha..ha.." Mr.John tries his best to think what should he asks to her so that he can prevent his reputation from sinking further.
"It's okay." Emma doesn't think much. not recalling some memories is found in all humans, so this is not such a big deal for Emma.
"So are you living alone or..?" This time Emma asks.
"Yes, I live alone." John knew what was going to ask next so he gave his answer in advance. Yes, every person in this world is sensitive about the word 'Family. He does not like to hear the word 'Family'. Now he has no one except himself whom he can call his own from the heart and introduce to others.
"And you?" Mr. John asks immediately.
"Oh, I also live alone. Mom and Dad got divorced recently So I started living alone from that day. Emma speaks such a heavy sentences like celebration as if it doesn't matter to her. As if she is very happy alone. How can someone speak such serious things with a smile on her face.
Mr. John was a little surprised, but he tries not to show it on his face.
Meanwhile the waiter arrives with the food. He takes the plates of food from the tray one by one and puts them on the table. "enjoy your foods." after bows head he takes leaves.
But the silence between the two grows more and more serious. Both want to know each other but this is bound to happen with two introverts.
Mr. John did not feel anything special like he did on the first date. Today he started feeling the complete opposite for Emma. The desire to know the person whom he was trying to know since a few days had increased even more today but perhaps he also felt that he could know only 1% about the person sitting in front of him and perhaps that 1% was the one he got to know before thorough investigation. Somewhere during the last moment of the date, Mr. John realized that Emma don't want to know him.
After finishing the meal, only the word "bye" is used between the two. After that, both go their separate ways. Mr. John's house was a little distance from the restaurant so he walks. Emma goes on the opposite path of John. Although Emma's house is much farther away than Mr. Jahan's house, she still prefers to walk. Emma believes that when we start walking, we start remembering all those things that we tend to forget while trying to living our best life.
she wants to remember the memories of her childhood. she wants to remember the faces of her mother and father who cheer up during her first swimming competition in school, her father taking her into his arms and flying in the air when she learnt to ride a bicycle for the first time, her mother's happiness when she came first in school, she wants to remember all these things.
After walking a little distance, Emma sees a bus stop. She sits there for a while with her head down. Emma's intention behind her second date was that she might be able to be a little happier after meeting Mr john, She would be able to smile for some time, but today she did not feel like smiling at all. She feels more anxiety than other days, because of her mood swings the date with Mr. John did not go well.
Someone stands in front of Emma who is panting loudly. She can't recognise from below but when she looks up, she sees Mr. John.
"Mr.john !!!!" A big question mark on Emma's face.
"(panting) I saw you walking alone. I am used to following people but I was not following you. (Hold his stomach and sits down some distance away from Emma.)"
She turns her head to the right and looks at John. He was trying to breathe properly. Seeing him, Emma smiles a little, but that smile was so small that it's vanish within a few seconds.
"Have you come here by running?" Emma asks.
John couldn't say no to this because by looking at the condition of him, anybody could tell that he was busy in preparation the day before school running competition.
"Yes, I thought I would not be able to meet you but thank God you were sitting here." He bows his head. can't say more than that.it was embarrassing for him but yes, he was definitely blushing.
"I'm sorry." If it had been someone else, Emma might not have said anything, but it was clearly visible on Mr. John's face that he was serious about this date.
"Ah, don't say. I didn't get to know you very well (Lifts his head and looks towards left, Emma was already looking at John. But this time John's eyes lock with hers.) so I want to know. Will I get a chance?"
Convincing someone, talking to someone, expressing feelings to someone, all these involve a lot of patience. Emma was already happy with John's way of talking. But now she can't refuse him because John asks in such a way that Emma started seeing the first hope of trust in relationships.
"Okay, let's get to know each other." Said to John.
the happiness reflecting on John's face, but happiness was a little more than when he left the office before.
"Thank you." John said.
"If you have come this far, we might can as well walk and talk."
Well, this is not something that Mr John doesn't want
"Really?"
"Umm." Emma nods her head. her permission a firm yes.
"Okay."
They both stood up and began walking down the dimly lit alley, where streetlights flickered at intervals. Emma felt a sense of comfort and solitude, knowing they were completely alone.
As midnight approached, Dezze opened the door to her room with a tired sigh.
As soon as Dezze stepped inside, she felt something beneath her feet. Her curiosity piqued, she swiftly flipped the light switch.
A white envelope lay on the floor just inside the door. Dezze quickly picked it up and tore it open, revealing its contents.
The invitation card was embossed with bold, golden lettering at the top. As Dezze's gaze swept downward, she discovered it was an invitation to the grand opening of Jesse's new hospital.
Dezze stood frozen in silence, her mind reeling in uncertainty. She struggled to comprehend the authenticity of the invitation, having never imagined that Jesse would reach out to her again, let alone invite her to a prestigious event.
Why would anyone remember someone after 3 years?
Without hesitation, Dezze pulled out her phone from her pocket, intending to call Jesse. However, she was suddenly uncertain whether Jesse's number had changed or if it was still the same one stored in her contacts.
A whirlwind of emotions - excitement, surprise, and worry - swirled within Dezze. She took a deep breath, calming herself, and decided against making the call. Instead, she examined the invitation card again, her eyes locking onto the date: tomorrow.