The Price Of Sincerity
Max's Mind
It was almost midnight, the air had become colder than before. Jane went to the bathroom to freshen up, although it could not warm up but at least the water could make her feel fresher. Moreover, it seemed like he did have to go to the bathroom, he had to urinate.
In the bathroom, Jane washed her hands for a long time, then added lipstick scratches on her fading-looking lips. Seeing her red lips reminded her of the woman who approached her just a moment ago.
“Ehm, sorry. Did you see the guy who just sat here?” asked the woman while pointing towards the empty seat that was in front of her. Jane just shook her head not answering. He didn't lie, he didn't know where the man sitting there had gone before.
“Ash, where is he, I sure see him here.”
The woman looked around her, she looked like she was looking for someone. And the only thing Jane had in mind was one, Max. The man who had just spoken to her before the woman came. Without saying a word, perhaps a word of thanks or a kind of—, the woman walked away without looking back at Jane. It was as if the woman had never spoken to him. But it is quite rare now to be able to see a person who has a tattoo.
“Why did I suddenly think of him.” Jane stuffed her lipstick into the bag, washed her hands again and picked up the tissue that was in the brown box hanging on the side wall of the mirror. “But he said he'd be back, right? Is he really back there again?” Jane quickly wiped the remaining water in her hand and took the time to reflect once more before exiting the lavish bathroom filled with beautiful lights and bright decorations.
“Oh yes, I forgot to tell Shara.” Jane slows down, intending to pick up the phone in her bag.
"Where, my phone does not exist, what is left in the bathroom ya.” Jane checked her bag one more time to make sure, and there was no cell phone there. He turned around and returned to the path he had just walked on, returning to the bathroom. Fortunately, he did not walk too fast, he was still a few steps away.
His steps immediately stopped in front of the door when he heard the sound of the door slamming inside the bathroom. He was sure that when he entered and came out there was no one else but him. She was scared, but also curious in addition she had to make sure her phone was indeed left in the bathroom. Jane deliberately left her eyes wide open not even a blink, she opened the door.
A woman with slightly messy hair and a slightly tangled dress looked at him. Jane watched the woman from the head to the end of the high hells she was wearing. It was him, it was the woman who asked him a moment ago. But as he remembered, the woman did not look like she did today. It was none of his business, he did not care and also seemed disrespectful to him to ask.
Jane smiled at the woman before turning her eyes to the dark-colored ceramic-coated long sink table connected to the glass mirror there. He wished he could see his phone from a distance, but he didn't find it. However Jane is not sure of her vision, she walks towards the woman, passing her. He returned to his place reflecting a moment ago. He observed from the right end to the left end, top and bottom of the sink. But still he couldn't find his phone.
What's left there, yeah.
Jane turns around and is startled because her eyes meet the woman, or maybe she hasn't taken her eyes off since Jane came in. Seems like. Jane smiled back at him before leaving, but with a different smile to the one she threw at the entrance.
His smile explained the awkwardness he felt. He came out and disappeared from behind the closed door. While the woman washed her hands, mirrored and tidied her dress that looked a little messy.
“Are you not going out? No people.” already
Suddenly a man appeared from behind the door behind him. He could see the man's face clearly from the reflection of the mirror, and could also see if the man walked into his place. She wrapped her hands around the woman's waist. ‘room 304,’ whispered her softly while biting the woman's ear.
“I'm preparing a gift for Dev, go ahead. I'll catch up.”
One kiss on the woman's lips before she left. The man was Max, while the woman he hugged and kissed was an artist, Ziya Lewis. Not the artist who is at the top of the ranking but still in a fairly dominant order in the entertainment world. And she had just returned from filming in London, of course her initial intention was to attend an invitation from an engagement event held that night. He did not expect to meet an old friend at the event, or—more precisely his bedmate.
Jane returns to her seat by the pool, she searches for her phone but remains absent. He even crouched down to see if his phone fell under the table and was shocked as soon as he was about to stand his phone floated in front of his eyes. No, someone's holding his phone. Max smiled and showed his dimples again, Jane immediately stood up and took his phone.
“My phone, I think I lost it.”
“Yes, it seems you left your phone at—”
“Thanks. I searched for it from earlier, it turns out my phone was left here huh. And—kamu, I thought you wouldn't come back here.”
“Are you waiting for me to come back?” Max looked into Jane's eyes, they stared. "No." Jane lied to her.
Max almost said that he found the phone left in the toilet. Thankfully though. I don't know what she was thinking, but her eyes were clearly staring at Jane's lips that looked more red and seductive than before, more than the first time she had approached the woman.
“... I drop off?” Max did not say his sentence clearly. He saw Jane, who seemed to be preparing to leave, and the woman seemed to be looking for her friend, who he said had come with her. Jane raises her eyebrows, she's not sure what she heard.
“Interest me to deliver? Looks like you want to go home and your friend is still not back.” Max continues.
“Hemm, but I might trouble you. My apartment is quite far from here, I will contact my friend only.” Jane took back her phone in the bag, called Shara. The ringing of the cell phone rang nearby, it was Shara's ringing. The sound came from within the bag that was beside the chair he was sitting on earlier. He didn't bring his phone. Jane glanced at Max who also heard the ringing.
“Looks like your friend is still a long time, I'll drop you off, anyway it's night. There's no way I'll let you go home in a cab, right?”
The man was right, Jane nodded in agreement.
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