#cryder;

[isaiahomehia]

@ryderxhayes

People could think that eventually Isaiah would grow tired of doing the same thing over and over again, he would constantly think that Anna’s mother was around him, like a shadow, expecting him to fail so she would take care of the only thing she had left of her precious daughter, since she didn’t know about Alexis. But he didn’t, even if being social wasn’t the best time of his life nowadays, he still considered himself comfortable while taking care of something that was so important to Anna. He was now at the country club one more time, watching as the last details for the wedding were being organized when his attention moved from the decoration to the man a few inches from them.

His lack of socia skills at the moment would tell him to stay where he was and pretend he hadn’t seen Ryder, but it was Ryder... so what was the problem? He had made a few steps closer when his phone rang, causing him to look at the screen and press the red button once the name of his mother appeared. “Ryder,” he finally said, raising his voice so the man could hear him as he was getting closer. “Once again seeing you here, I’ll start to think you like taking shifts at the same time I’ll be here. So you won’t lose the sight of me.”

[isaiahomehia]

@ryderxhayes

He could have left the bar and he wanted to, many times he tried to make his way out. But every single time, he would find someone on his way, people that would force him to be social and it was slowly tougher to pretend he wasn’t frustrated. Isaiah had only placed himself in such social activity as a social planner because of Anna, it felt the right thing to do, he was living for her even if she wasn’t there anymore, and that was the only reason as to why he was paying attention to his old neighbor, who would talk about Anna, the perfect job she did as an event planner and how he was doing the same thing. He listened to it over and over again, until she finally reach the point of wanting his services. At least that would give him an excuse to stop the conversation.

“Here’s my card, call me so we can discuss it in a place where bad singers won’t be louder than our conversation,” he shared a smile. A fake one, before grabbing his beer and making his way out again. He had heard someone calling him and that’s when he saw Ryder, and he was sure Ryder had seen him too, or hoped for it. }It would be easier to end a conversation fater with Ryder than whoever wanted his attention. Making his way until the man, he looked at him. “Please tell me you are here for fun, nothing related to the club and events.”