We are young.

Miray sat in the front row and the seats next to her were all deserted. It seemed like she was the only one who would be sitting there. 'maybe they are late, they will be here soon.' she looked around and both the first and second row seats were empty. Amongst the people in the crowd, there was no one that she actually knew, so she sat down and watched the unfamiliar faces. Ten minutes later the showcase started. Miray was so close to the stage that she could see the models clearly. Most of the designs were bizzare to Miray, she tried to figure out why people would spend a lot of money on such clothes. It was no lie that they contained more of an artistic expression for they were nothing like the ordinary. This brought Miray to have some admiration for Mr. Morgan, for every outfit told a different type of story. 'I guess it's true what they say about him, he might be a genius'.

"I think the best feature Kiki has is her legs.." the deep voice made Miray come back from her train of thoughts. She had been so absorbed by the show that she did not notice when someone sat next to her.

"yes she does, I have her those legs... " without turning to the stranger, she answered subconsciously as she analyzed Kiki's legs.

"haha,... you sure are a woman who is capable of anything, I just didn't know you were a giver..." Replied the deep voice.

The mockery in the voice made Miray to recognise who it was. A smile slowly came to her face, "Nothing is for free Skylar.."

"I don't remember us being close enough for you to call me by my first name.."

".." Miray felt like she just had a de'javu.

"Don't call me by that name unless if you want to sleep with me.. "

Miray was still speechless but she tried to compose herself.

"I don't like this dress on you.. " Skylar took out his jacket and scarf to cover her bare arms and legs.

"Why should it matter if you like it or not?" Miray turned to look at skylar.

"I told that Morgan to get you a dress so that you look beautiful, but why did you prefer to look like a hungry woman instead?"

That's when it all made sense to her. This would be the first time in a long time she had ever felt so stupid. The truth does hurt. A cold laugh came out from Miray, "and what makes you think I am not such a hungry woman? Do you think I didn't want men to look at me?" she took out the jacket and tossed it to the ground followed by the scarf.

Skylar signaled for someone to come and pick up the jacket, "throw it away.." he let out a commanding voice that was filled with anger. The man picked the jacket and the scarf from the ground and left without saying anything. "since you like to be looked at, why don't I enjoy the view.. I think I can see your nipples from this angle.."

Miray did not answer him but crossed her arms as she tried to cover her chest. This was the day that she had lost to him.

Skylar looked at her face and leaned forward towards her, "wear one of those dresses when you are coming to me.. don't throw them away they were expensive." He paused and his eyes fell on her chest. "Is that a tattoo?"

Miray covered her chest and rose from her sit but was pulled back by Skylar before she was successful.

"..don..don't look.." she continued to cover her chest.

"what? didn't you say you like it when men look at you." Skylar enjoyed teasing her, "I didn't think you were the type to get a tattoo.."

Miray took a deep sigh and removed her hand from her chest, "since you have already seen it, look at it, it's your first and last time.."

A smile came on Skylar's face and he decided to feed his curiousity, "you can't be too sure...what tattoo is it?"

"Chinese characters.. goes down to my belly" she turned her gaze to the stage and continued to watch the show.

"what does it mean?" he kept on moving his head closer hoping he would see it clearly.

"mine. alone. forever. and ever. ... " Miray said it slowly as the thought of the day she got the tattoo came back to her mind.

There was silence between the two. Miray got back from her train of thoughts and turned to Skylar who was still silent. "no more questions?.."

"How many people have seen it?" out of all the questions, this was the only thing he had to ask.

Miray swallowed her saliva and opened her mouth, " the one who put it there,... could you hold my purse, I need to use the bathroom.." she smiled, like they had not been talking about anything..

"wait, tell me who it is first?".. Skylar held her hand to stop her from leaving.

"Tony... happy now?.. excuse me.." she shoved her purse on his laps and then left. Anger, hatred could not explain the feelings inside Skylar at the moment. He wished he had not known about the tattoo but was glad that she did not lie to him about it. But this meant if he had to be with her, he had to see the tattoo by another man on her body. The thought of it made him want to smash everything in the room. 'Bloody Tony' there has to be a way to remove it from her body, to erase all the memory of Tony from her body and mind.

It had been thirty minutes but still no sign of Miray coming back was shown. Skylar was so anxious, he had a lot of questions to ask her. He called one of the ushers to ask if they had seen CEO Yethu but they all did not know her where abouts. "what do you mean you don't know where she is? check in the bathroom... wait, I will check myself." He had to look for her by himself.

Skylar went into the women's room and there was no one inside. He rushed to front door to ask if anyone had seen her, but was not happy with the response he got.

"CEO Yethu left thirty minutes ago sir.."

Skylar was puzzled, he opened the purse she had given him and found nothing inside. 'so this was all just to make me not follow you..' Skylar had underestimated her. He smiled and asked one of the boys to prepare the car for him to leave.

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Upon arriving at the bar Miray quickly ordered some shots of liquor without noticing what the two people on the table were doing. Hazel who was holding hands with Jeff, composed herself and removed her hands from Jeff's.

"hmmm.. what's wrong?" Hazel held Miray's shoulder. "we were suppose to pick you up when the show was done, how come you came on your own..." she continued.

"speaking of which, I forgot to pay the taxi, Jeff could I trouble you just once, the guy is outside.. "

"alright boss, " Jeff left for the door.

"eeh what happened to you?" Hazel continued after Jeff left the scene.

"nothing, I just couldn't wait to drink the night away, you know how much I hate these shows... it became boring..." answered Miray as she started to fill up her cup.

"oooh you want a drinking marathon?" Hazel's eyes lit up as she also filled up her glass.

"wait, who will get us home ?..."

"Jeff is here, he will look after us.." Miray sensed the joy and trust in Hazel's voice and smiled.

"I know he will take care of you... I am still waiting for you to tell me what's going on.."

"hahaha, is it that obvious??" Hazel felt embarrassed for not being able to hide her emotions from her best friend.

"haha, let's talk about it on a good day.. Jeff is coming... I will just call Zain.." Miray started to look for her brothers number.

"what are you two talking about?" Jeff joined them and sat next to Miray facing Hazel.

"Tonight we are drinking till we drop dead... take care of us!" answered Hazel.

"Zain is not answering,... anyways, who gets drunk first in the loser, agreed?!" a cheerful shout came from Miray.

"yes! let's prove we are young today!" Hazel followed. It was a long night of drinks and laughter for the two women.