Diana's P. O. V
"I can't believe that worked on him!. He actually believed that shit you made up." I said as West pulled me away from the hospital lobby towards the elevator.
"It'll keep on working if you shut up and get in." West responded and pushed the elevator button. I looked down at my hand, it was in his, he hadn't let go yet.
"Get in." He said, I yanked my hand out of his before I got in. Rest assured, I wasn't planning on succumbing to West anytime soon.
The doors closed and the elevator music started playing. Two other people were in the elevator so it wasn't so weird.
The ding of the elevator snapped me out of my deep thoughts, the bartender was no longer an issue to me, and pretty soon the whole Pablo issue will dissolve itself.
West walked away, his hands in his pocket, he looked like he was in a hurry to get home, home to that Blondie, the British one.