Killian
This girl is something. She has more than just an elaborate character. She's fickle. Stern. And not a bad dresser. Something that I have never been willing to risk with a woman. But I am still willing to push myself to get this woman.
Once Emma walked away, I was willing to catch up with her. But Jefferson grabbed my arm. "Like you said Killian, she has quite a character. And what she just did right now, is a sign called rejection. Just leave her alone." "Let go of me. You had your turn with her. I would want mine." "You just did. And her response to the result was not a pleasant opinion. Admit it, Killian. That woman hates you." I yanked my arm off his grasp. "Stay out of my way Jefferson. Go run along, and show off that ridiculous hat of yours."
I walked my way through the large crowd down the dance floor. I could only see a glimpse of her red dress gliding smoothly on the floor by the cool wind. She walked pretty fast, I can't easily catch up with her. Suddenly, she walked to a man. It's that Jimmy guy again. He helped her put her coat on, and the two of them walked to the exit. 'She's leaving. So soon.' I rushed my way to the exit. Emma stood alone by the valid stand. I walked to her. "Emma." She turned around.
"Killian. What do you want now?" "I just wanted to give you the address to the party that's held next week." "Thank you. But I'm not interested." I quickly added. "All my fellow friends will be there." She gave me a still – not – interested look. 'Think Killian think.' "Jefferson will also be there. He always attends all my parties."
Her stern face slowly faded. "Alright. But I still can't. I'm very busy." "With what?" "...Just work...A lot of work." "Work?" Suddenly, Jimmy returned to Emma's side. He turned to me. "Jimmy, this is the owner of this beautiful club. Killian Jones." Jimmy shook my hand. "Ah. Mr. Jones I heard many stories about you." "Oh really?" "Yes, all my clients meet me on the following weekends. Killian this. Killian that. You should really check your voice mails more often. My poor clients grieve for you for years." I clenched my hands to a fist. Emma looked upset, and uncomfortable too.
She took Jimmy's arm. "Let's go, Jimmy." Jimmy looked at her. "Yes, let's. Mr. Jones. I hope you become a better man to my clients. Good night." He walked to the car. Emma turned to me. "I'm sorry what Jimmy said. He's a psychiatrist. He usually spends his time in the grief center...You see when most of his clients go through emotional and physical pain from that particular...person. Like, a man taking a girl's number and throws it away. He defends them." I simply nodded. "Understandable." "I really apologize, Killian." Her hand patted my shoulder. I could feel the warmth of her hands through my dinner jacket. "Well, I better go. Jimmy is waiting for me." "Yes, of course. Good night, Emma. And I hope to possibly see you in the party." "Yeah. I hope I can too. Good night."
Jimmy drove the car to where the two of us stood. Before she opened the door, I grabbed her arm. "Wait. How do I find you again?" She smiled. "Why won't you ask Jefferson yourself? I gave him my number. Good night, Killian." Her body pulled away from me, she went inside the car. Leaving me full of anger. 'Jefferson this is war, my friend. This is war.'