Bonfire – Part ll

"What do you want Pablo?" Ophelia groaned into the phone as she received her Co-pilot's call.
"Hey, Captain. I and Miller are going out for breakfast at this very famous restaurant. I heard they make the best Moussaka in all of Greece. Want to join?" Pablo enthusiastically asked and Ophelia sighed falling back down on the bed.
"I don-" she started speaking but stopped when Pablo spoke again.
"I mean it's okay if your boring self doesn’t want to get out of the boring hotel room and chill with poison aka black coffee."
"You asshole. When are we going?" Ophelia groaned and Pablo laughed.
"See you in the lobby in an hour. Aντίο, Captain." [antío]
(Bye)

Ophelia once again glanced at her watch and Miller groaned in annoyance as they waited for Pablo in the hotel lobby.
"Where is that lazy ass!" Miller groaned out and Ophelia chuckled as she pointed at a cheerfully waving Pablo.
"Oy Milly bear. Let's go!" Pablo hollered and Miller looked as though he could fry Pablo and eat him whole. "You're alive just because they are Greek!" He hissed and Ophelia chuckled.
"Let's go." She ushered an annoyed Miller and Pablo joined them as he draped his hand over Miller's shoulders and Miller brushed his hand away. Pablo pouted and grabbed Miller by his waist. Miller yelled in annoyance and brushed Pablo's hands away. Pablo once again tried to drape his arms across Miller's shoulders and before Miller could punch Pablo in the face, Ophelia stood between them and prevented their fight.

"Den Här Arnoult säi Sekretär hunn hir Konditioune weiderginn, Här." Lilian started speaking and he turned his head towards the window, peering outside watching the people in the streets. (Mr Arnoult's secretary has forwarded their conditions, Sir.)
When his gaze fell on her, his bored, annoyed, and mourning eyes twinkled. Her raven hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and her slate-blue eyes were masked beneath sunglasses. She was dressed in a black turtleneck crop top, black skinny trousers, and black boots. Her denim jacket sleeves were folded all the way up to her elbows. Her full lips were curved in a smile. As she stepped into a small restaurant with two men, he unknowingly smiled.
"Halt den auto!" He barked and threw open the car door as the car came to a stop on the side of the road. He didn't, however, get down. After a brief moment of contemplation, he took out his phone and, after a brief period of typing, he directed the driver to move. And they drove away.
(Stop the car!)



"-I ate those doughnuts coated in mustard and vegemite! And I didn't hate them!" Pablo finished his adventurous eating story and Miller gaged while Ophelia laughed.
"You are gross Pablo!" She laughed out loud and Miller nodded his head.
"Seriously you ate those jelly doughnuts with vegemite?" Miller asked in disbelief and Ophelia turned to him.
"How come you are not mentioning the mustard?" She asked and Miller shrugged.
"Donuts with mustard isn't that bad. But vegemite! Gross!" He shuddered and Ophelia stared at them in disbelief.
"You both are impossibly gross!" She shook her head. Her gaze was drawn to the restaurant's entrance when she heard loud and familiar laughter. When her gaze met the person's, he exclaimed.
"Ophelia!"
"Sage!"
Sage dashed over to her, followed by Onyx's private crew. Sage and Ophelia hugged each other, and she shook hands with Dallas and the two flight attendants. She later introduced them to Pablo and Miller. They hung out together for the remainder of the day, and she could feel Dallas's gaze on her the entire time. She knew he had his eyes on her all the time, but it was subtle. Now he wasn't hiding it, and she didn't seem to mind.
They finished their day with dinner at a well-known Greek restaurant, and when it came time to say their goodbyes, Dallas finally approached her.
"Hey, Ophelia." He greeted without losing eye contact, and Ophelia nodded.
"Nice to see you again, Dallas."
"How about we go for a walk?" He inquired, and she nodded.
They walked along the Mediterranean Sea's shoreline. They talked, he made her laugh, and much to her surprise, she felt some type of interest towards him. His personality and laid-back attitude.
"I was convinced there was something going on between you and Mr Reighs," Dallas remarked and she stopped laughing.
"Why did you think that?" She couldn't think of anything else to ask.
"I don't know, the looks you guys gave each other. His possess- leave it be. How's everything going in a new airline?" He abruptly shifted the subject, and Ophelia shrugged.
"Everything is wonderful, except for the fact that I'm based in Dubai." Dallas nodded as she informed him. They walked in silence Dallas cast an occasional peek at Ophelia, who was focused on admiring the lovely waves crashing on the shore.
Dallas suddenly stopped and she did too. She turned towards him and asked in surprise. "What happened?"
Dallas rubbed the back of his neck nervously and hesitated to speak.
"I've been wanting to say this for a long time but never had the courage. I assumed you were with him and didn't want to push you." He took a step closer and resumed speaking. "I like you, Ophelia. I have been for a long time now. And now that I know you aren’t with anyone, I wanted to ask if you would like to go out on a date with me?" When he asked, Ophelia's eyes widened slightly. She was certain of her response.

So there she was, waiting for Dallas in a black velvet midi dress with an illusion neckline and cap sleeves and a huge bow above her mounds. Dallas picked her up at seven o'clock sharp and they were on their way to the restaurant Dallas had chosen. They had been seated, and the server had handed them their menu book before leaving. Ophelia's gaze was drawn to the names of the dishes, while Dallas's gaze was fixed on her. She looked up and Dallas flashed her a charming smile.
"You look stunning today." He said staring at her with soft eyes and Ophelia smiled mumbling a small thank you.
After dinner, they went for a walk along the enormous Mediterranean Sea's shoreline. Dallas continued to speak while she listened, enjoying the salty, warm breeze from the sea. They came to a halt when they noticed a bonfire on the beach.

The bonfire was a blossom of flame that opened heavenward, showering golden sparks on everyone. It lit up everyone's faces as they swayed to the dimotiki music. Dallas drew her to the bonfire, and they danced with bare feet to the exotic music on the sand. Dallas smiled down at her as he spun her around in his arms, and she laughed. There was an open bar near the bone fire, and Dallas went to grab them a drink. Ophelia took a step back from the couples who were dancing in front of the bonfire. Her eyes twinkled with the fire that danced in the sea breeze, and she felt a heated gaze bore holes into her skull. A chill ran down her spine and her skin sizzled with excitement. It didn't take her long to spot the pair of brown eyes seated away from the crowd on a wooden chair, accompanied by a woman. His eyes glowed brightly as they locked on her, and she averted her gaze. Dallas soon returned with their drinks, which she graciously accepted.
"Would you like to go for a walk down the beach?" He inquired, and she cast a glimpse at the blazing, envious eyes. She smiled and nodded as she turned her head towards Dallas. She could feel his gaze on her as they walked away from the crowd and towards the damp sands. As she walked on the dappled beach with Dallas at her side, something overcame her. The desire to hurt him in the same way he did filled her, and she turned towards Dallas. She glimpsed at those brown eyes at afar, and as if he sensed what she was about to do, his eyes grew large in a warning. But who was he to stand in the way of her wish, and she drew Dallas's collar and brought their lips together.