Date (2): Holding Him Tight

"To go there together, of course."

Mantisha became speechless immediately. What was this guy thinking!

While she was still in trance, Albert dragged her in the parking lot and handed her a helmet saying, "I see you forgot to bring your brain. Understanding our destination, I thought you would wear something thick today. Now put that on."

Mantisha looked at the helmet in her hands, and looked at Albert's bike again. She did not understand much about bikes but with just a glance, she can tell it has a carbon fibre body, and doesn't seem ordinary at all.

Would they ride a motorcycle today? Was that why he wore a leather jacket? Would she have to seat behind him? Well, of course, but would not that seem a little too intimate!

"Dozing off, again?" Albert asked her, with the same amused look on his face.

"This… This seems expensive." Mantisha could not think of anything as she blurted out.

"Is that anything of your concern? Hop on."

Realising that she was still standing beside him, he told again. "It's Ecosse Founder's Edition Ti XX, I have a hobby of collecting motorcycles. This is one of the bests among them. Don't worry, it has a beautifully handcrafted leather seat. I chose this one today to make you more comfortable, besides I'm not a bad biker. You can be rest assured, you won't fall down."

Mantisha was just were to scream after listening the brand name. It was one of the bests brand and produced one of the most expensive motorcycles in the world. But Albert's last words shut her down. As she became immediately embarrassed, she told with an awkward tone,

"When did I say I will fall down." Then she started to climb on the motorcycle, it was a little difficult with her height, morr because she was reluctant to touch Albert while hopping on. She muttered, "You rich people can sure have some expensive hobbies."

Albert said nothing, just smiled behind the glass cover of his helmet, and then stated, "Hold tight. It will be quick."

Before Mantisha could even react, he started the motorcycle. With a jerk, Mantisha felt like something pulled her forward as she kind of crashed herself on the back of him. Nobody noticed how Albert smiled behind his helmet.

Just then the motorcycle crossed the parking area and increased its motion, and people passing or standing on the pavement saw a bike was running on the road like an arrow, as a man in black driving it like a pro and a woman sitting behind of him, wearing a huge pair of rimless retro sunglasses, a scarf half covering her face was flying with the strands of her hairs, and she was holding him so tight like her life depended on it.

***

"I thought we are going to the museum, but why here?" Mantisha could not help but blurt out.

Standing in front of a high end restaurant, she looked up only to see the countless numbers of floors with tinted glass windows.

Mantisha could not understand, why did they end up here, and by seeing Albert's expression, it did not seem like he is going to tell her anything.

As expected, he took her hand in his and dragged her inside the elevator, pressed the 11th floor's button, saying nothing.

Mantisha struggled for a while to remove her hand from his ones, when she could not, she said out loud, "Albert… You…"

*Ding*

The elevator door opened. Mantisha did not want to make a scene, so she gulped down the words she was going to say.

When she was going to stop him from dragging her towards the huge , a waiter came to them.

"Mr. Black, this way please." He opened the wooden door and made a gesture to welcome them.

Only then she realised, Albert had already reserved a table here.

She eyed everywhere warily. This place was one of the most popular and expensive restaurants of the city, and it belonged to the Roy's Food and Hotel chains. A reservation here costS a fortune, and as far as she knows, the floors past eighth floor are not for everybody. Even if you had money, you could not book a table here as you wished. She wonder how much did he spent for this day.

Moreover, why did he brought her here! This did not seem like a coincidence. And coupled with the fact that Albert made a reservation here deliberately… The nagging feeling inside her heart started becoming stronger.

The Waiter took them in front of a window seat, with two chairs placing face to face and a table between it. An aroma of fresh Roses engulfed her mind, as she started calming down little by little. She looked at the Red Roses put on the table.

"It seemed like a couple's table." Mantisha calmly looked at Albert, who just smiled in return, saying nothing.

He gestured at the Waiter to go. Mantisha looked at him as she pursed her lips and stopped saying anything.

Albert pulled a chair out and gestured like a pure gentleman asking his lady to take her seat.

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I have to say, he is charming.

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