Chapter 3: Proposal

Sabrina's head instantly whipped to her side where the voice came from, “Excuse me? Are you talking to me?” she queried.

She squinted her eyes to see his face but the lights from the dance floor were making her head hurt even more.

Grunting, she turned back to the bartender, who was just standing there and did not give her another shot.

“Can you please give me more glasses? I’m not drunk yet,” she said, a little desperate.

“Don’t. She’s obviously drunk already,” the guy on her side interfered again.

Sabrina’s head snapped back to him and shot him a sharp look, “Who are you?” she queried, “I don’t know you, Mister, so please stop disturbing me here and mind your own business"

She was about to demand to give her order again when she noticed the bartender nodded at the guy. Her eyes squinted, but when he put another glass in front of her, she immediately forgot about it and just drank it bottoms up.

"More," she muttered. "I can still remember what happened, so I'm not drunk yet. Please give me more until I forget that," she pleaded despite her head already feeling a little heavy.

“Do you want to know what happened?” Sabrina suddenly looked at the guy next to her and giggled.

There was nothing funny but she couldn't stop chuckling. She was so stupid for trusting Anthon and gave up everything for him only to get dumped like that.

Shaking her head, Sabrina shut her eyes and groaned as her head started spinning.

“You okay?” he asked.

Chuckling, she opened her eyes slightly, “I’m not drunk yet,” she replied.

Without waiting for his response, Sabrina started recounting what happened earlier in Anthon's office. She let it all out in between sobs and chuckling, not caring for a world.

“I’m so stupid, right?!” she chortled afterwards. “My dream proposal disappeared just like that,” she muttered as her tears were falling nonstop.

Giggling, Sabrina looked at the guy again, “I don’t really need a fancy ring nor grand proposal. Even if you’re empty handed, j-just. . .ask me and I. . .will immediately say yes..”

Her lips stretched widely as she shifted her gaze on the dance floor, “I want to dance,” she murmured.

With a heavy head and unstable feet, she almost stumbled as she unceremoniously stood up. Fortunately, the guy's reflex was quick and he was able to catch her before her face fell on the floor.

“Oh! My legs are weak!” She giggled.

“I’ll take you home,” He finally spoke.

With heavy eyelids, Sabrina looked up and stared at the guy. Their faces were just a few inches away from each other, hence, she almost kissed him when she moved her head.

Her heart skipped a beat as they stared at each other with eyes both wide open.

“Sorry,” the guy said, then helped her sit back on the high chair.

Sabrina was speechless.

Her eyes didn’t leave his face. It was as if her dizziness magically disappeared and her sight became clear as she stared at the most handsome man she had ever seen.

“What’s your name?” She asked without batting an eye.

“Gab,” he answered curtly.

"Gab," His name rolled on Sabrina's tongue. She giggled then quickly extended her hand for a handshake. “I’m Sab! Nice to meet you!"

Gab just stood there and did not move. On the other hand, Sabrina did not wait for him. Immediately, she took his hand and shook it fervently.

“You're so handsome!" she exclaimed. Her droopy eyes sparkled and never left his face. "What took you so long? If only I had met you first before Anthon, we’re probably married and have six kids by now..” she said shamelessly.

“You’re just drunk..” Gab responded dismissively.

But Sabrina was too drunk to notice. She even cupped his face and boldly stared at his blue eyes. "Your eyes are blue. Did you know it's my favorite color?"

Her eyes then looked at every corner of his face and every second, her eyes filled with amusement as if she was loving everything she was seeing.

"Will you marry me?" the question suddenly popped out from her mouth.

Gab stiffened. “W-what?” He stammered.

“Will you. . .marry me?” Sabrina repeated. “Please say yes,” she pleaded.

“You’re just drunk. I’ll take you home,” Gab replied instead of answering her.

“I’m not drunk. I can still stand, look..” with that, she suddenly stood up but again, she lost her balance and almost fell again.

“Oops, sorry,” she giggled when Gab caught her again.

Sabrina sighed as she caught a wip of his perfume. He smells so musky and woody which made her feel more intoxicated.

“You smell so good,” she sniffed his neck.

Chuckling, her arms snaked around his waist while burying her face on the crook of his neck. “Just marry me okay? I don't wanna be lonely. I’m scared..” she mumbled with her eyes already shut.