That Strange Girl

"Everydaaaayyyyyy, all I wanna have is fun, fun, fun. Fun anywayyyyy, so just come and join us one by one."

"Looks like someone woke up on the right side of the bed today."

Calvin's amused voice interrupted Blair's happy singing session. He was enjoying her off tune singing white drinking his glass of milk.

She was all ready for her work wearing a lemon yellow blazer and pants with white shirt. Her long hair was pulled back in a sleek ponytail with bangs on her forehead. She wore minimalistic makeup, just some eyeliner and cherry flavoured lip tint. She was making a special milk coffee.

"The coffee machine at the firm broke down yesterday."

"What a strange reason to be happy but I won't judge." He licked his lips clean of any traces of milk. She prepared an extra cup of coffee and placed it in front of him. Before he could protest, she interveined,

"I know you don't drink coffee but please, I need your opinion. This is really important."

Giving her a questioning look he let his milk down and picked up the coffee mug. It smelled like freshly roasted coffee beans and had a thick, smooth texture. It looked inviting. He took a sip and let the hot liquid sit in his mouth for less than a second before gulping it down. It was delicious. The best coffee he ever had. 

'She really put a lot of effort in this.'

"This is amazing." Her face beamed at his response. He was picky and a perfectionist, so his compliment made her feel satisfied with her work.

"But why are you making coffee all of a sudden?" 

"Raiden loves it and as I said, the coffee machine is broken."

Raiden, there it was again. That stupid name. If only he could plant a tree everytime he heard that name from her, the earth would be 80 times greener. She poured a big mug into a thermostat bottle and placed it inside her black leather bag.

"Ofcourse, it's for your boss." He stated, emphasizing on the word 'boss'. Now he knew why she said it was important. She knew very well what he was trying to say. He pushed and began drinking his milk again. She frowned ar his actions.

"Atleast finish it, you said it's good."

"I don't like coffee."

"How rude." She muttered under her breath. She couldn't understand his behaviour. One moment he was acting all nice and friendly and just a second later he became rude and grumpy. She had been noticing it from quite some days. 

'It's already had to keep up with his nagging and now he's also having mood swings like a pregnant lady. Great!'

Calvin sat there in silence. In just a moment all of his energy was gone. He was feeling upset and he didn't know why. Maybe because he was hopeful that she made it for him. But that didn't make sense, he doesn't even like coffee so why would he anticipate it in the first place?

'It's all because I had to drink coffee even when I don't like it. Yes, it has to be that.' He convinced himself.

"By the way, did you see anything strange that day at the party?" He changed the topic.

"Nothing that I can remember of, why?"

"There was a trespasser. We recently found out. The guest list had 102 people but 103 attended."

It was impossible. The party had proper security arranged, with CCTV cameras in every corner and multiple guards at all the entrances. Guests needed special invitation passes for entering. How could someone sneak in with high security like that?  Suddenly, Blair remembered something.

"There was this girl," she said down in front of him. "Stephanie, blonde hair, grey eyes, tall height. Jessica also saw her." She recalled their encounter and told him everything.

"Stephanie, at the party? Then it has to be her." He claimed. He thought she had finally left alone but no. That crazy bitch was still behind him.

Before Blair could ask him anything, be explained all the details to her.

He met Stephanie nearly a year ago, at a bar during a friend's bachelor party. They got drunk, flirted, things got escalated and they hooked up. It was just one drunken night, nothing else but she got obsessed. She stalked him for months until he threatened her with a restraining order. After that, she vanished. He never saw or heard from her again. Though he got curious about her, he was relieved that she was finally gone.

"A crazy ex, huh?" She hummed biting her lip.

"Not ex, we never dated. We just....kind of..." He trailed off. He was feeling kind of embarrassed. How could he say that he slept with another woman in front of his wife? Though they treated each other more like roommates rather than husband and wife. But he still felt embarassed.

"Had sex?" She completed. He frowned upon her tone. She sounded like it didn't bother her even a bit.

"Yeah."

"But if she's your ex, I mean your stalker then how did she know about the Chases?"

He shrugged in response. He didn't know anything about her except for the fact that her Name was Stephanie and she had a physical disability. One of her leg was deformed and she used to limp while walking.

Blair didn't notice anything like that. Maybe because Stephanie wore a floor length gown at the party.  'I need some information about this girl, who really is this Stephanie...'

...

"Mr. Kingston, are you alright?" Blair's breathy voice snapped Raiden out of his daze. He blinked, a few times, cleared his throat and straightened his back.

"Uh, yes." He started flipping randomly through the pages of the file, trying to get away from her suspicious eyes. Finally she moved her gaze away from him, back to the paper.

He had taken on a new property dispute case and Blair was assisting him through it. Every time he saw her, his mind went back to the party. That strange girl. It had been over a week since he met that strange girl. She had also given him her number but he never contacted her. It didn't felt right to him.

His eyes dropped to the ring on her finger. Even the sight of that stone annoyed him. He wanted to take it off and throw it away.

"Blair, can you please remove that ring?"

"Is something wrong, sir?" She was taken aback by his unexpected request.

'Yes because I hate that fucking piece of jewelry which reminds me that there is another man in your life now.'

"It's too bright, it's distracting me." He mentally face palmed at the terrible excuse. That wasn't like him. He was always calm and confident, knowing the right thing to say on the right time.  Though she kept quiet, he knew she had her questions. He ended their discussion abruptly and send her outside, making an excuse that he had to attend to an emergency call.

That day when she handed him his milk coffee that she prepared herself, he was overjoyed. He loved her little gesture. Her way of showing that she cared. He suddenly remembered those words,

"Think about it. Would you rather stay still and watch someone else get the person you love or be a man and fight for your love? The latter wouldn't be much difficult because the girl is already on your side." That strange girl had said.

'The girl is already on your side, the girl is already on your side.' He kept thinking the same thing again and again. Stephanie was right. Blair was on his side, she loved him.

He took out a crumpled tissue from his pocket and began to dial the number written on it. A feminine voice answered from the other side.

"Finally! I was waiting for your call, Mr. Kingston."