Ophelia nodded and gave him a small smile in return pleased with the distance he would give her for tonightâs events. She had turned her back to her friends to see them whispering amongst themselves before bringing her attention back to Nicolo, âIâm sure itâs nothingâ she said with a small shrug of her shoulders. âIâll come over when I want to go homeâ she added and gave him a nod before turning on her heel and walking way back to her circle. The rest of the night had gone smoothly and after a few drinks one too many drinks that is Ophelia was starting to feel better than what she originally did than walking into this place. Her friends had noticed her talking to a man before coming over and of course started speculating asking questions like âDo you know him? Is he your boyfriend or something?â only allowing Ophelia to answer a Yes and a straight out No. However the few comments from her friends had seemed to bother her the most when they had talked about how attractive he was and she didnât know as to why, so the brunette had decided to settle for drinking those thoughts away that she just couldnât shake and didnât want to think of. She hated him this morning but so it seemed that the mere interest of her friends noticing the male had sparked something inside of her she wasnât sure of what.
She was having fun for the first time in a long time, her dad had tried to take her out of the spotlight as much as possible the typical famous father for wanting her to have a ânormal lifeâ had failed. She had been dragged events after events that had finished way later than sheâd like to and that had taken away time with her friends. The first time today she was happy, and had even a few moves on the dance floor that had been waiting for her to let loose since the moment she arrived. Her stress was starting to fade once more for the day, but like all good things some of them sadly end before sheâd like them too. A pair of hands had brought her attention when they were placed on her waist, someone she didnât know had decided to join in on the fun that she was having by herself with her friends but thatâs all tonight was supposed to be, no dates, no plus oneâs just a girls night. As she had tried to politely decline the strangerâs offer by pushing his hands off, his grip had become firm and Ophelia had began to panic as she had looked around her and had seen her friends too intoxicated to notice, and it was too loud to yell for their attention her eyes had darted across the room searching for Nicolo. It was dark and the lights continued flashing she wasnât sure as to where he was, until she finally spots his figure and notices his attention was always on hers. She gives him a worried look of uncertainty hoping the Nicolo would catch on, before signalling for his assistance and breaking away from the maleâs unwanted embrace to only turn to punch him square in on the face and notices the man reacting towards her reaction badly, as she takes a few steps backwards noticing the scene she had caused.Â
Since the moment that Ophelia joined her friends, Nicolo mostly spent his time sat on a bar stool that had a pretty decent view of the dance floor, which was crowded by people dancing their nights away. Back when he was probably younger than he is now, he wouldâve enjoyed the venue like everyone else does at the moment; the noise, the loud music and the laughter that come from each direction wouldâve been something that Nicolo enjoyed back in the days when he didnât care much about what he do in life and when he didnât have a reputation that needs taking care of. Those âwildâ days were all part of his past now, like a phase that wore off almost as quick as it came to his life. He was not about the noise nor the party anymore. He was more about being serious with his job, maintaining his good reputation with his job and anyone who may have known him and being mindful of his actions knowing that every thing heâll do since the moment he started serving for the secret service wouldâve had a great impact in his career and his life, too. And so, like he promised, Nicolo spent the rest of his evening sipping on a glass of none alcoholic drink, waiting and observing as he tried to keep an eye on Ophelia as much as he can. He can tell she was having fun. Even from a distance, Nicolo could make out the smile that shaped her lips everytime she converses with one of her friends, as well as the laughter that seemed to be filled with real joy even when he couldnât hear it from the noise. Still, he knew that she was having the best time of her life and maybe, thatâs all that matters. He wouldnât want to end up dealing with how bad her night went on their way back to the executive home...that wouldâve been too much to handle.
But as the night grew old, the people in club seemed to have grown way wilder than they already were earlier when Nicolo and Ophelia arrived at the place. He turned to his side and heard some sort of discourse between a group of people, which was eventually resolved by two security personnel, and then, a man was escorted out for reasons that Nicolo didnât even bother knowing. Still, he remained on his bar stool for awhile until he caught sight of Ophelia in the dance floor with a man dancing with her. At first, Nicolo couldnât make out whether or not she came to the dance floor with him but as the flashing lights hit them, he started sensing that something was not right. Ophelia didnât seem like she was enjoying it and a few moments later, she started turning her head in each direction; as if she was looking for someone....as if she was looking for him. When their eyes met, Nicolo knew for certain that she was indeed looking for him, asking for his help and he was quick enough to get to his feet and strode and pushed his way to get to the dance floor ---- and halted just a few meters away from Ophelia when her action caught him by surprise: she punched the man straight in the face. As she stepped back, Nicoloâs hands caught her by the shoulders, his hold on her was firm before his hand then held her by the wrist and he stepped in front of her so he can deal with the situation. The aggravator, Nicolo was certain now, was yelling curses aimed at Ophelia but even with the supposed intimidation, Nicolo wasnât fazed at all and only shook his head at the man. âYou know, I donât think the lady would've reacted that way if you didnât do something stupid,â he uttered, voice loud and firm enough that people circling them started looking at their direction. âIâd strongly suggest you let this go and keep your hands to yourself next time.â His words were blatant and Nicolo didnât even care if he comes off rather offensive --- especially not when dealing with perverts. If this man decides to fight him for this, he wouldnât back down. Thankfully, it didnât end that way and the man left, hand on his cheek where Opheliaâs punch landed, and the crowd went on with their business after a few moments of seemingly anticipating something that never came.
Nicolo then pulled Ophelia to the side, away from the crowd and from the dance floor, before he finally turned to face and address her. âAre you alright?â were the first words that came from his lips, eyes meeting hers as he waited for a response, hoping that the man didnât do anything much crazier or stupid. âI probably shouldâve sat somewhere nearby and kept closer watch on you.â
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