“I know you don’t fall and tell.” niki — spell

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“Alone, Cea? Tumben. Where’s Miles?”

A/A is quite chill that night, considering this is a weekday. I smile slightly at Arga, my favorite bartender. “Di Bali dia.”

“Ah okay. The usual?”

I nod, and Arga soon makes my favorite cocktail drink. “Sama shots dong, Ga.”

“Lady, you’re alone tonight. I’m not giving you anything.”

I pout. “Please? My friend will come collect me. I need it otherwise I’ll just jump off of a very tall building.”

Arga gives up at my threat. “Sssh, you scare me. Fine.”

Dammit. Look at this damsel in distress and her goddamn self-fulfilling prophecy that somehow, fires back at me.

I was trying to do the whole “opposite attract” thing and yet instead I woke up to a dream came true—a nightmare, to be exact. Look at me and my endless attempt of making a fool out of myself, only to end up in our bar, alone; while you end up in your bed and isn’t.

Fuck you, Miles.

Arga puts my favorite cocktail and one shot of alcohol in front of me. “Okay, just drink one; I’ll give you more when your friend actually comes.”

“Ga…”

“No bargaining.”

“Don’t worry, her friend’s here. I’d also like a gin and tonic, please.” A familiar voice comes from my left side.

I almost choke on my drink.

Fuckin Antares Milardi, suddenly takes his seat beside me; I look at him as if I just witness a zombie apocalypse or something. And the motherfucker laughs at seeing my aghast face, as if I didn’t just overcooked his dinner few hours ago.

“Santai, Ce. I’m in a ‘friend’ mode, or whatever you need me to be tonight. And I don’t hold grudge eventho you burned my salmon. I come in peace.”

“Why are you here?”