The Lost In Mission
THE LOST IN MISSION #09

Eleanora breathed a sigh of relief, already inside the taxi she had stopped at a stop near the hospital.

This afternoon, on her way home after seeing Robert's grandfather, Eleanora received a distress call from the hospital, requiring her to go there. He was assigned to perform surgery on patients who suffered stab wounds. The operation went very well, and Eleanora was successful for the second time.

Eleanora leaned her head against the windshield while looking outside. The night sky that had seemed cloudy since last time, finally sent down rain.

He saw pedestrians crossing the pavement, running towards the stalls to shelter. Suddenly, he was stunned, when his pair of eyes accidentally caught a woman running with a little girl in a sling. It made Eleanora smile, and remember the moment of her friendship with her late mother.

"Sir, can you take me to the Vancia hotel!"

"Sure, miss." replied the driver.

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The sadness of his mother's memory, and the mystery of her mother's death, led Eleanora to enter a club, not go straight home.

"Please make one glass of Tequila rose, use ice. " Said Eleanor, after which she sat in the front seat of the bartender, waiting for her drink.

The bartender nodded. "Alright, miss. "he said kindly by sharing his smile

While waiting, Eleanora circled her gaze, her hazel bead traversing every room. Better, I'll sit there. Eleanora muttered looking at the empty chair in the corner of the room.

Shortly after, the bartender completed his task. "Your drink, miss. " said the bartender put Eleanor's order on the table.

Eleanora smiled "Thank you." she got up from her seat, brought her glass, and then she turned around as a man came along who accidentally nudged her body making her drink in his grasp almost spill.

"God! I almost spilled my drink! " said Eleanora. The girl let out a breath, and looked up at her face to see the man who nudged her earlier.

"Sorry lady, I didn't mean it" said the man with the hazel bead, looking charming. Hugely.

Eleanora was silent, she was stunned by the visuals in front of her. Handsome! gee whiz... What you said just now, Eleanora. Go back to your consciousness. This guy has deliberately hit you. Okey.

Eleanor sharpened her eyes. "You lied!" the accusation. "You don't think I know if you did it on purpose!" eleanora chuckled with an octave of her voice.

William knitted his two thick eyebrows together, putting on an innocent face. "What??" he said, did not accept the superior charge of the girl to him, even though the girl in front of him was beautiful though.

"Listen to me carefully! never seek attention from me in the way of the market sir, really I am not interested at all! " the girl continued, angry as if she were coming by the moon. Though not at all.

The girl's words suddenly stunned William, and his memory spun back as he cursed at a woman.

"Gosh, phff." William's lips twitched with his laughter. Is this the law of karma for him. I don't know...

Eleanor exhaled a coarse breath, and said a word of patience in her heart, over and over again. The man in front of him is so annoying.

The girl stomped her legs, then she sailed quickly towards the bar table located in the corner of the room. Once he arrived, he immediately occupied the chair there, enjoying the scenery outside the window with his view turned blank.

"Mother, "bluff Eleanora lowered her head. Simultaneously the clear liquid that coated the two manic, crystallized, once the blink of a crystal circle fell down to his face. Quickly, Eleanor wiped her tears.

A man took his place next to Eleanora. He stretched out his sturdy arm with a handkerchief that was in the grasp of "Get it!" said the man sincerely who had since noticed him.

Eleanora turned her gaze to the voice of the baritone that had just spoken. Until, two pairs of hazel eyes that are almost similar staring at each other in silence.

William cleared his throat, before he opened his voice again "Take Miss, you look so fucked up!"

I really look fucked. Eleanor took over the handkerchief the stranger gave her without turning her head, and wiped away the remains of her tears.

"Thank you, " said Eleanora intending to return the handkerchief. However, the man refused it.

"No need to return. You can keep it, as a memory, or throw it away."

A bartender approached them. "Your drink, sir." said the bartender, putting a glass of wine, and a bottle of wine of the highest quality on the table, in front of William exactly.

"Thank you."

Unintentionally, Eleanora turned her head back towards the man who was holding his drink up to the toilet.

"You're like a heartbroken man, sir." Eleanora's chirps unconsciously, made William pull both corners of her lips, then turned to look towards the girl.

This girl is really interesting.

William smiled faintly. "Do I look like that?" ask the man so that their conversation is not cut off just like that.

"Come on," Eleanor spread her shoulders. Whether it was true or not, Eleanora did not care at all.

"It looks like your statement just now, is more fitting for yourself, miss. Did your boyfriend leave you? "

William didn't realize, that just now, he was showing concern to someone. This is history for him. Never did the man behave like that to someone else, especially someone he just knew.

"Love?" now that it was Eleanora's turn to smile, she took another sip of her drink before answering the question of the foreign man who was nearby.

"No."

William muttered "Not? " Eleanora nodded quickly. "But someone must mean a lot to you."

"Very, "Eleanora answered again with a pushy look without fading her smile.

"Yes, I can guess from the water your face looks pathetic" he continued. "Include my name, William Dixon. You you?" asked the man, extending his hand.

Eleanora replied to her hand "Dulce, just call me Dulce."

William pulled both corners of his lips "Dulce? sweetie?" william asked doubtfully. But, no problem... It's getting interesting.

No matter what kind of magic the girl gave her, so as to make a famous William Dixon with his cold demeanor, in an instant the man turned into a warm male figure. Even the smile engraved on his lips was rarely shown.

"Yes, do you mind?" eleanor asked, and then she took another sip of her drink. Instantly he forgot what happened between them, and it seemed like this man named William was very pleasant.

William shakes. "No, not at all."

The man also straightened up his drink while looking at Eleanora. "I think that call means a lot to you."

"Yes, that's exactly right! my late mother used to call me that call."