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His smooth features were indeed pleasing to the eyes. Even he had to admit that. Though it brought him a lot of attention and popularity, he hated it
“Hmmm interesting. Then we’ll be off.” He rumbled, pulling out of the parking lot
Yesim had been planning on handing the coin to Victor but stopped when he pulled out of the parking lot, making a mental note to return the coin when they get to where-ever-Victor-was-taking-them. "How is that interesting?"
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“I decided on somewhere that wasn’t even in the two I was considering.” He mused, eyeing her from the corners of his eyes. “How do you feel about cafe’s?”
"I like them, nice and quiet," Yesim commented, resting her head in her hand. "Also, the smell of coffee is amazing."
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“It is amazing. One of the best smells in my opinion. How do you like your coffee?” He asked with a soft tilt of his head.
"Black, like always," Yesim answered, glancing out the window. "What about you? I think you got black when we went to the cafe while we were trying to find a job for me."
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“Black is the way I always have it. The bitterness wakes me up.” He flashed a toothy grin and glanced over at her. “I’ll let you in on a small secret about me, Yesim.” He sat up straighter, his professional look only growing. “I actually really like hot chocolate but it doesn’t have any caffeine in it. I don’t buy it often because of that.”
Yesim chuckled and smiled. "Wait, isn't there caffeinated hot chocolate or something?" She asked, taking out her phone and searching it up. "Yep, caffeinated hot chocolate exists, you should try it."
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"There is? I guess I could ask for expresso shots in it." He chuckled, shaking his head. "I can't believe that I didn't think of that." He really could believe it actually. He was so into his work he hardly made room for anything else. If he went hard at his work, then he could ignore the issues of his life.
"That's what I'm here for, love." Yesim locked her phone and put it away before glancing at Victor. "To help you with your work and other things."
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Victor fell silent for a moment, chewing on the inside of his cheek. "Thank you. I never really knew I needed anyone to help me." He cleared his throat, shifting awkwardly in his seat. He was never good at expressing emotions.
"You're welcome," Yesim glanced at him when he fell silent, wondering if she had said something wrong. "And everyone usually thinks they've got their shit together, but they never really do."
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“No one ever does, do they?” He laughed softly, shaking his head as he pulled into the parking lot of a cafe hidden in a small grove of trees. It looked out of place in the city, small and surrounded by large gardens.
Yesim chuckled softly, looking around in awe when Victor stopped driving. "Woah…" She mumbled under her breath, wondering how he knew of a place like this.
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“It’s not much, just a small place in the middle of the city.” He murmured, turning the car off. He got out and walked around to her side to open the door for her, smiling softly.
"Still, it looks really nice," Yesim replied as she got out, thanking Victor as she closed the door. "I really should explore the city."
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“It’s a lovely place if you know where to go.” He replied with a wink, smiling as he offered his arm to her. “Shall we?”
Yesim flushed at the wink, linking her arm with Victor's with a small smile on her face. "Why are you always so fancy?"
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“Me? Fancy? I was raised this way, Yesim.” Victor rather enjoyed the high life even if it meant he was tied to his fathers business. He enjoyed the lavish and intricate buildings that held those with money and the opportunities it brought.
But the place he was taking her was simple and he loved it all the same as any of his expensive usual restaurants. This place felt homey and safe.
Yesim chuckled softly. "Oh, really? I didn't know," She replied sarcastically. "I thought you were raised normally, and not the son of Mr. Lynch, the man who runs a huge business."
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Victor laughed at her sarcasm, leaning over to peck her cheek. “I am his son, believe it or not. And I’ll have you know I was raised with extra classes in manners and etiquette.”
Yesim blushed furiously at the peck. "Then shouldn't you have been taught that you shouldn't kiss your secretary?" She asked teasingly, slipping her hands into her pockets.
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Victor gave her a wicked grin, lifting his head proudly. “Oh I was taught not to. Can’t a man have his vices?”
Yesim chuckled. "He can. But, you went around the office while holding my hand, and glaring at anyone who looked at me."
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“They were staring. I dislike that.” He replied. It might have just been a coincidence but the formal man sounded almost as if he were pouting about it. “Would you rather me keep it more professional at work? I suppose that would be best. It’s not good to act unprofessional when you’re running a business.”
Yesim couldn't help the smile on her face. "Is someone jealous?" Her smile grew a bit more after asking the question. "And you can do whatever you want, I don't care how you want to keep it at work."
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Victor tensed, a blush turning his pale features pink. “O-of course not! Jealousy isn’t gentlemanly. I can remain calm even if those idiots look at you like you’re the most beautiful flower in the entire world. It’s not like I want that right all to myself.” He huffed, fixing his attire in an attempt to cool himself. “I’m asking what you prefer, Yesim. I won’t do anything if you find it uncomfortable.”
(Sorry for disappearing!)
Yesim laughed softly. "How can you be so cute?" She muttered softly, not realizing she had said her thoughts out loud. "Like I said before, I'm fine with anything. But, do you think you can handle yourself and remain calm when people flirt with me?"
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(You’re okay! Life gets a little rough sometimes so I understand!)
“Cute?” He shot her an incredulous look. “I am not cute. I have to be professional” Victor adjusted his attire once again, clearing his throat. He ignored his burning face, putting it off as just the weather getting warmer.
“I’ll be able to stay collected. Calm is something I can feign even if I feel angry.” He muttered, opening the door of the restaurant for her.
