Chapter 5 The Freaking Ground

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• Hmmm. I moaned under my throat allowing the steak to melt on my tongue while I shut my eyes and enjoyed the delicious taste of Steak Eight’s best recipe ever made in the world. “The fucking best.” I mumbled to myself as the waitress, Yuki, I think, or maybe Yuka, approached me, causing me to open my eyes again and stared at her.
• “How is the steak, Sage?” She asked me with her cute Japanese face with that dark brown hair.
• “Delicious!” I smiled at her and she has always loved seeing my reaction and would always come over to ask me about it. She must not have known about my previous criminal record but then again a lot of girls really love a bad guy right?
• Yuki or Yuka, whatever her name is, giggled adorably cute, “I am happy to hear that.”
• “Yukia! Can you help me with table two?” The manager hollered as she gave me that familiar look every woman her age would give me. Although it was not really bothersome since I have gotten used to it, it is still annoying how they look at me that way without even knowing who I really am.
• Yuki tells me something that I was not able to hear because my attention immediately travelled towards the other table who kind of had gotten a bit of a commotion. “Oh…” I moaned softly under my breath as the man with light brown hair who was sitting on the farthest table on my right side where he was facing me looked remorseful. I could not help but listen as I kept forking on my steak but my eyes were still glued on the light brown haired guy. He looked like he was on the verge of crying but he was holding it.
• The other man with dark brown hair, who was sitting across from him, immediately looked up to the other woman who had short black hair, sitting next to the other man with dark brown hair, “I will do it. Please, Eva.” He held the other woman’s arm, “Please. Let me do it instead.”
• I continued to listen as I put a small slice of steak into my mouth and chewed on it as I kept watching over their table and tried to analyze their situation, making me confused. I wonder who is the woman's secret affair and who is the original partner, but despite that, I could not stop looking at the man with medium length light brown hair as he began to cry.
• There sure was a commotion going on but those eyes, that look.
• The man suddenly says something. “Oh…” I mumbled at the comment of the guy while the noise of the steakhouse filled the entire room, utensils were clinging and a few other tables had little chitchats which filled the thick air of this entire room.
• I lowered my head and figured that I have been invested too much that I did not want others to make me look like I am nosing around other people’s shit. Until I overheard someone say through the noise, “You are not a partner. You are an extra baggage.”
• Ahh, what harsh words coming from a man’s mouth. Probably the guy with the light brown hair was the extra person in the relationship. I thought to myself mentally as I was shaking my head sideways before pulling my head up and faced the man with light brown hair as his face looked like the entire world just stopped for him. He looked absolutely heartbroken as his eyes were now filled with tears and he is now allowing them to flow out of his cheeks.
• “Pretty.” I mumbled and pulled myself out to a quick realization that I just called another guy pretty.
• The fuck? I mentally thought as I made a wincing face.
• I watched him abruptly stand from his seat and ran towards the restaurant’s door, chasing those two people, who based on my understanding and knowledge from overhearing things, cheated on him. I looked out of the window and it was pouring heavily from outside and I wondered if he was actually crazy enough to chase those two people under this heavy rain.
• Hmm, my thoughts are bothering me. Shit.
• “Fuck it.” I stood from my table, placed the bill on the table as I grabbed my leather jacket and my helmet before I headed to the front door.
• “Oh! Sage! You did not finish–”
• I exited the restaurant without looking back at Yuka, who was clearly calling out for me, running out as I hurriedly put on my leather jacket, zipped it up, and put on my helmet over my head before jumping onto my Harley Davidson parked under the shade of the motorcycle parking lot and driving to where that man could have run to. I do not know why I was chasing him and what made me do this, but then my feet had already decided on it even before my brain could process. The rain was heavy, making it difficult to see what was in front of me, but suddenly I noticed a line of automobiles astonishingly trapped in traffic, despite the fact that I do not see cars from far ahead. What was going on?
• “What the–” I almost cussed underneath my helmet as my eyes landed on the man who was almost kissing the wet ground with his head down low. His hair was a bit darker in color now and I knew it was him from the restaurant since he wore the same clothes now, although they are completely soaked because of the rain, it was clearly him. The shape of his spine was arched down as they were profusely moving up and down, damn, he is crying.
• Well, shit I am not very good at cheering people up.
• “Hey!! Get out of the road you dumbass!” The man from inside the car yelled through the heavy downpour while each car started blowing their horn since they were not moving an inch. The car finally swerved away from the man who was still not moving as the other cars began to follow but he was still on the freaking ground.
• Angrily, I parked my motorcycle horizontally to stop the cars from running him over, “Get up!!” I screamed as soon as I opened my helmet. He did not budge and did not even move a single muscle, he was still arched the same way. I wonder if I screamed loud enough for him to hear me or if he is just intently ignoring me. “Get up because no one will help you but yourself!”