Mixed feelings of life

I was confused, I couldn't understand, my body froze as he starting glaring at me. His eyes were devouring and desperate. I was avoiding eye contact with him. The silence started getting heavier to break the ice, I casually waved my hand towards him with a weird smile.

"Um- hi" the moment i knew i fucked up really well. The next moment, I was on the dinner table next to him. The waiter brought the food, I didn't even ordered though but i can't refuse either. I still can't believe, how did i ended up here? Let's put the questions aside, I'd rather enjoy the feast.

I chopped off the steak and politely took the first bite. The flavour was perfectly my taste, It was tender, flavourful, juicy and was cooked to perfection. I haven't had something like this in a while. I must thank him for the food. After we finished, he payed using his black card, As expected from him.

"Thanks for the meal" I bowed and turned the other way to leave. I just wanted to sneak away, while he was busy in something. When i was halfway through the exist, he grabbed my arm from the behind. The alarming sensation and the fear were all i could sense from every organ of my body.

"Were you trying to run away?"

"Not specifically, I actually have work tomorrow in the morning and i wanted to go back home!" I explained, he didn't seem to be angry.

"Let me drop you off at your place then" he was being serious and i could see that in his eyes. And i couldn't deny "Surely, if you don't mind"

We were again caught up in an awkward atmosphere in the car but peculiarly it was different from getting stabbed by his presence.

He was silent today, no doubt was glaring when we met but it doesn't seem to important anymore.

I once again tried to ease the awkwardness, " Mr. Mafia, I was emphatically harsh that day, It was unintended, Can you forgive me?" I was nervously playing with my finger, looking downwards. I glanced at him, he was looking outside of the car.

*Sigh*

We were at the front of my apartment, I unlocked the door to get off. "Thanks for the meal and dropping me off" I could only say this and turned back as the car drove away.

"His behaviour today seemed off, maybe he'll give up his idea of sleeping with me soon!"

I unlocked the door of my apartment and after showering, sunk down on my cozy bed. I forgot to set up the alarm. And the next morning i was late by half an hour, I was nearly going to get fired. We had to prepare almost 140 pieces of tiramisu as the main dessert for an engagement party in the hotel.

Since, we were short on workers today, due to the arrival of a VIP guest. We've to finish this before twelve O'clock. The head chef was busy in preparing the other main courses, The time was running out, I was competing against time and the humidity. It was so difficult for me to keep up with the hot weather. The increasing temperature in the kitchen was devastating.

And finally we were successful in finishing the task. The party was about to start, it was a relief that i wasn't in charge of serving. I was free since the other side dishes were already done by the team.

I went out from the back door, leaving the kitchen "Finally my lungs can breathe". I feel like a surgeon after a critical surgery, before anything i should go back and finish the pastry dough for tomorrow.

" Finally, I can leave" As i was about to leave somebody called my name from behind.

"Takashi, You can't leave yet"

"But why? Mr Laurel? I asked

"The couple want to thank you for the amazing tiramasu, so please come with me!" Mr Laurel was actually the manager of the hotel. He is the grandson of chef Selvatore Laurel, the person who hired me, he is really popular and was interviewed by famous magazines several times.

It's amazing to be recognized by someone, I've always looked up. Even, though baking was something I've always admired but it isn't my first love.

When I was finally done with the greetings, I started walking to my apartment. In between the way, there was a sports academy.

"Strike!!!"

"Strike two!!"

"Batter out!!"

I was looking at them, they were dedicated and enthusiastic towards the game. "It must be good being able to play". I was enchanted towards the academy. So, i tried going inside. It was wide and had almost every sports.

"Who are you?" A man asked me. As i turned towards him, his eyes widened for an instant and he scratched the back of his head "We've met before? or I've seen you somewhere.." he was bewitched by the thoughts of my face.

"I apologize but it is my first time meeting you" I've never seen him, or maybe he mistook me as someone else.

"Oh, I'm sorry, well you wanted to have a tour of the academy? I'm a shooting instructor here!"

Now that trigged some memories of past in my head, I couldn't answer his question either. I just wanted to run away, as soon as i could. It was difficult to stand there, I stumbled as i tried getting away.

"Hey? Are you okay?"

"Ah yeah- I'm fine" I collected my thoughts and went out of the academy. Passing by the road, there was bench, i was sitting alone while rearranging myself.

Suddenly, someone walloped the back of my head with something heavy. I started losing consciousness , when they bashed me with the iron rod, My head was bleeding and everything was dizzy. I couldn't move an inch. My body was already heavy and at a moment i could only think about him.

"Miste..maf..sav..e meh!"

Is this the end?