Meeting and Goodbye

He unlocked the doors to the silver-colored Lamborghini Aventador in the private garage he owns exclusively as part of the luxurious penthouse apartment.

"Who are you," Samantha asked with surprise, "I thought you were joking when you said this car was yours."

With a puzzling smile on his face, he opens up the door of the Lamborghini and gestures with his hand for her to be seated, "Please."

Inside the car, while seated in the seat, she finds herself mesmerized by the car's features; Jon tries his best to hide the desire to smile, seeing her acting like a little kid inside a vehicle for the first time.

With the act of a serious face, he extends himself to grab her seatbelt for her, "Okay, my lady, it is time to buckle things up."

With the way his eyes bore into her with focus, she became too shy to say anything back to him, feeling her heart beating faster than before.

When he was driving the car through the street, she would notice the onlookers looking at their faces cause this kind of high-end vehicle attracted a lot of attention, no doubt.

She enjoys the time by his side throughout the car ride, seeing his serious expression as he drives.

She likes the wind blow coming from the slit of the slightly open window of the car blowing fresh air into the vehicle.

Soon they arrived inside the quiet parking lot of the apartment complex where her best-friend lives.

Parking his car by the apartment entrance, Samantha pointed out.

He put his hand over hers and confidently said, "Don't worry, you got this."

Seeing that simple smile on his face, she finds the pressure in her chest being reassured and breathes a sigh of relief.

Getting out of the car, he went the opposite way and opened the door for her, lying against the side of the car and watching as she slowly walked towards the door and rang the doorbell.

Soon a young woman appeared after opening the door, and she was wearing a grey shirt and white pants.

Jon guesses that this must be the friend she mentioned before; at first, her best friend had her arms crossed, and later, he saw her body language become more relaxed.

Her best friend gave a slight glance in his direction, and Jon gave her a smile and a nod as a way of greeting.

At the door, just as she was about to go inside the apartment room, Samantha turned back to him and gave him a thumbs up to indicate that all was going well according to plan.

Seeing that it has gone well, Jon felt happy for Samantha, looking up at the sunny sky before turning around and starting his car.

For some inexplicable reason, he felt like he would be able to see her very soon.

Inside the apartment...

"Why did you come back?"

Samantha was surprised to hear this question, not understanding the context that her friend was bringing up.

"What do you mean, Jeanette," Samantha asked with a face saying that she had not understood her implication.

"I mean, how you can be so stupid," Jeanette peeked through the curtain in admiration at the fantasy car Jon was riding away with, "I mean, would you look at that car! He's got cash on him. It would help if you stayed with him, especially after all those trashy guys you had dated in the past. But here you go ruining it all."

Samantha laughs, seeing her friend joking like this, as usual; she puts her hand in confusion in the air and protests against Samantha's action.

Putting her arms around the back of Jeanette affectionately, "But I miss you, though."

"Alright, be serious now, Samantha, tell me you did at least get his number," with her usual arms crossed habit, she asked her questionably.

Trying to hide a mischievous smile, Samantha took out a slickly designed black-colored card from her coat pocket with his name and contact number.

"Give me that," Jeanette tried to take the card away from her friend's hand. "If you're not going to call him, let me call him."

Keeping that contact card close to her chest safely like a valuable treasure, Samantha argued back jokingly, "How do you know that I'm not going to call him? I might just--"

"You are?" Jeanette gives a peculiar crafty smile on her face as though she's saying that she understands Samantha more than herself.

"Well," Samantha looks down with her eyes to the floor, "maybe I won't. But that doesn't mean I won't be calling him tomorrow or the day after."

Stopping her mischievous humor, Jeanette looks at her best friend with a warming smile on her face as one would have for another person they deeply care about in their life.

Taking her hand warmly, "Sam, sometimes you got to take the first step, no matter how much the past had hurt you."

Samantha fully understands that her friend was talking about the past dating terrors that still haunt her.

Jeanette would habitually call her 'Sam,' the nickname she has for her, instead of using her full name whenever they talk about something important.

She has a lot of thoughts in her heart; a part of her is wondering whether she is ready to be in a close relationship again.

Especially ever since she has begun to acknowledge how douchebags her past boyfriends were.

"I know. I know," Samantha answered quietly, not looking Jeanette directly in the eyes.

Taking her hand and leading her to the table in the kitchen, she asks Samantha excitedly, "So, are you going to tell me now how the two of you met?"

"Well, it was nothing that special..." Samantha tries to hide how she truly feels about him.

Recollecting to her best friend the entire story of what happened that night, with the two fiends in the middle of the night and how Jon jumped into the scene like one of those superheroes in the movies.