Till I See You Again

Chapter 1: _A Budding Heart, Full Of Blossoms. 1_

A gleaming, gold-coated Bentley Bentayga arrives at the grand entrance of an immense mansion. The car is skillfully driven by a chauffeur, while a lady graces the back seat. The grand gate, with almost a theatrical flourish, swings open as they approach. Along the pathway leading to the mansion, ten men, positioned on both sides, hold exquisite bouquets. As the car glides by, they stand in a collective tribute of respect before seamlessly resuming their work.

The Bentley comes to a graceful halt right in front of the Mansion, where a Valet approaches. He opens the car door, extending a warm welcome with a respectful smile and a slight bow. "Welcome home, Miss," he greets with utmost courtesy.

The "White Villa," a symbol of elegance, majestically takes its place in view. Its exterior showcases exceptional architectural craftsmanship, while the interior is a testament to classic decor at its finest.

Meanwhile, Tris, the lady's son, curiously peeks through a window upon his mother's arrival. He offers a soft sigh and promptly closes the window, venting his bemusement, "Who sends their kids on blind dates these days," before heading to his study desk.

The chauffeur proceeds to the garage with precision, ensuring the car is parked in its designated space. Meanwhile, the lady, with an air of dignified pride, walks to the mansion's entrance. The doorman welcomes her with a respectful gesture, opening the grand door for her as she steps inside.

The interior of the villa radiates classical beauty, with a resplendent circular chandelier illuminating the open walkway leading to the living room. Two attentive maids diligently tend to a golden statue, a striking imitation of the lady. With a graceful stride, she passes them by, heading towards the resplendent living room.

Inside, an entirely different ambiance embraces her. The temperature is pleasantly cool, and a delicate fragrance lingers in the air. The decor, from furniture to lighting fixtures, shimmers in shades of glossy gold and soft, cloudlike gray. Every detail is impeccably coordinated, with diligent manservants and maids ensuring the utmost perfection.

She continues her journey, crossing the living room and ascending the sweeping, curvaceous staircase situated to its side. The butler promptly approaches as he catches sight of her, warmly acknowledging her presence. "I can see you've already ensured everything is in order," Miss Lynn acknowledges.

"Yes, Madame. I'll provide you with a schedule for tomorrow once you've had a moment to rest," he responds. She inquires about Tris, and he shares, "I regret to inform you that he hasn't eaten since morning. He's also declined any interaction, even with the maids."

They proceed to the left, heading towards her son's room while their conversation flows. "Unless we use the master key to his room," the butler suggests, bursting a playful giggle from Miss Lynn. As they reach the doorstep, they encounter two maids who remain at the door, holding his untouched dinner plates.

The butler knocks on the door, but there is no response. "Your mother wishes to have a word with you," he conveys, as they hear the sound of the door being unlocked from the inside.

The door swings open, and Miss Lynn enters first, finding Tris at his study table engrossed in his work on the laptop. He appears indifferent to their presence, continuing his typing.

The butler almost utters a word, but Miss Lynn raises a hand, indicating silence. "Leave the dinner on the table," she instructs the maids. "That will be all." The maids exit quietly with the butler.

Tris pauses in his typing and lets out a sigh as his mother approaches the table. She runs her fingers through his hair smiling. "I've planned everything for your upcoming birthday," she shares.

He rises from the table and moves to sit on the bed across the room. "I heard you haven't eaten since morning," she pauses, "What's wrong?" She inquires.

"Mom, you know I'm not fond of blind dates. I barely even know girls well enough for official dates," he admits. His mother giggles and moves closer. "It's time to open up to people. You've been isolated for a while, and you're on the path to recovery. You should give this a chance," she advises, gently guiding his face to meet her gaze. "Just this once, consider it a trip to France or anywhere you choose if it doesn't work out." She continues.

Tris sighs and slowly withdraws his face. "I'll take that as a yes," she says with a soft smile as she heads to the door. Just before exiting, she stops behind the door and turns her head playfully. "You wouldn't want me to return and find you still in your room, right?" she teases with a modest smirk, leaving the room.

He reclines on the bed, contemplating his situation with a sense of irony. [You've got to be kidding me], he muses, shifting to lie on his side. Glancing at his phone, he notes the time. [It's already 5?...], he reflects as he sits up.

He proceeds to the bathroom for a leisurely shower, emerging feeling refreshed. His hair is meticulously styled, more impeccably than ever before.

Returning to his room, he moves to his dressing room in the next chamber. The wardrobe boasts a wide array of male attire, from casual to smart casual, business, and cocktail ensembles. He pauses for a moment, pondering his choice, and finally selects an exquisite and expensive cocktail outfit, complete with a matching watch. Fully attired, he exudes sophistication.

With a quick decision, he opts for his cherished Lamborghini Aventador and embarks on his journey to the restaurant chosen by his mother for the blind date, a mix of anticipation and uncertainty guiding his steps.

April, his blind date, obsesses over finding the perfect dress, and her mother eagerly joins the search. Minutes fly by as they rummage through the wardrobe, but nothing seems eye-catching for the evening.

"Maybe I should just stay home, Mom," April hesitates. "I'll find you a nice dress. Could you let me search quietly?" her mother replies.

"You've never been this enthusiastic about one of my dates," April gasps sharply in amazement.

Ignoring April's reservations, her mother continues searching, seemingly unfazed by her daughter's comments. April sits on the bed beside the wardrobe and sighs deeply, lowering her head.

"I don't even know this guy..." she mutters, tossing aside a dress her mother throws her way without a glance.

Her mother triumphantly presents a stunning red dress, and April questions, "Isn't that your favorite dress that Dad gave you?"

Her mother dismisses it with a giggle. "Oh, stop it silly. It's been tucked away for you all this time. Try it on," she hands the dress to April.

April reluctantly fits it on, and it seems perfect, accentuating her figure. Her mother rushes to her room, returning with a handbag that matches the dress and a pair of shoes to complete the look.

"You look stunning," her mother beans. April forces a smile that slowly fades into doubt.

"Don't ruin it with your attitude. Be pleasant, and let's see where this goes," her mother advises, studying her outfit.

"You're letting me go on a blind date, Mom?" April questions.

"You're an adult. You can't spend your entire life waiting for someone you haven't heard from in years," her mother responds firmly.

"I know what I'm doing!" April asserts, gritting her teeth before leaving.

"Good luck, baby," her mother calls with a hint of laughter as April slams the door and heads past the living room to go outside.

Back inside, her mother picks up April's small dog, petting it. "I just hope she'll be happy..."

She turns to look at the bed and sees her pills beside the pillow, her morning dosage remaining untouched next to a glass of water. Worried, her mother collects them and also heads outside, past the living room.

"April!... April!..." she shouts, but April waves and takes a cab to the date location. She checks her phone, receives a low-battery message, and shuts it off.

Her mother returns with the dog and sends a text, "You left your pills in your room. I hope you sent some spares." She waits for a reply and tries calling April but finds her phone turned off.

"April..." her mother whispers as she sits on April's bed. She stares at the pills in her hand and turns to her phone hoping for a message, then sips the water with a heavy sigh.

[Maybe I shouldn't have let her go,] she contemplates, her thoughts filled with a bit of regret and worry, wondering if April sent some spare pills with her.

_Till I See You Again_ 

Next: The Cannon Event!

Tris drove his fancy Aventador to the five-star hotel and restaurant. As he parked, he stepped out, he couldn't help but feel confident with the crowd admiring his stylish outfit and ride.

He wasn't one to show off, but he had a reputation for his impeccable style. He hoped April would match his level of elegance, perhaps arriving in a fancy car too.

Inside the restaurant, he was greeted by a warm and welcoming atmosphere. The place exuded opulence, with a serene ambiance that made it the perfect spot for a romantic evening. He smiled and acknowledged his mother's impeccable taste.

The chandelier above sparkled like a thousand stars, and the glass roof let the night sky in. The furniture, the music from the orchestra – it was all setting the mood for a night to remember.

Tris was escorted to their reserved table, Table 34, positioned nicely in the middle of the room. He sat there, patiently waiting for his date.

A waiter approached a woman at a nearby table, and she requested the violinist to play some melodious tunes once the girl arrived.

Meanwhile, April arrived in a cab and paid her fare. She turned her phone on and saw her mother's numerous calls and texts, checking she placed it in her handbag.

After appraising the building, she made her way inside, where friendly ushers welcomed her. The interior was beyond her expectations, radiating luxury and fragrant scents.

The usher directed her to Table 34, and she followed the pointing finger with a nervous smile, occasionally fixing her hair.

Tris realized his date had arrived and discreetly stashed his phone away, not wanting April to catch him reading up on how to be a gentleman on a date.

The violinist immediately played some soft and romantic music with his crew, everyone was amazed and started applauding.

As he approached her to pull her chair, she softly thanked him. Tris, a bit on edge, returned to his seat, and the waiter handed them menus, while the observant woman from earlier continued to monitor their every move, making sure everything fell into place.

Both of them struggled to find anything appetizing on the menu, and just when they were about to despair, another waiter arrived with plates of food not listed on the menu, labeling it a "Special Treat."

Tris and April were taken by surprise as they accepted the unexpected dishes. The waiter left them with a cheerful "Bon Appétit!"

Their conversation was stuck in a rut. Desperate for a topic, Tris broke the silence, asking how she liked the place. April, with a shy smile, shared her admiration for the environment. Their introduction was short and sweet, names exchanged, but they soon found themselves without much else to talk about, silently studying each other.

Then, something appeared to be bothering April. She excused herself to the restroom, leaving Tris pondering over a glass of water.

The bag was on the table, with her phone slightly peeking at an opening. Her phone rang, revealing her mother's call. Tris hesitated, deciding not to invade her privacy.

He could see the words upside down, "Mom" he read. He reached out for it and the call ended. The messages popped up on the lock screen and he could notice an odd moment. [Pills?] He thought. 

A waiter bumped into the table and the bag fell, two pills in a cute container sprung out and lay beside it. The waiter apologized and placed them on the table. Tris looked at the pills and checked the message again. 

He knew something wasn't right, he felt the urgency in her mother's texts. He quickly picked the pills up and rushed to the restroom. Some ladies were returning from there as he stopped and with an obvious smile. Luckily, April was in the general hallway about to enter the restroom. 

He walked over and pulled her back.

Her face was flushed, and her hands trembled with reddish veins creeping up. He offered it to her and went back for a glass of water. As she took the pill, the redness in her veins began to recede.

April's gratitude was evident in her eyes as she was on the brink of tears. She tried walking past him and he held her wrist. "I've got nothing against you. We all have our weaknesses." He assured.

April appeared to lose her balance, and her veins started to redden again. In a swift move, he held her before she could fall. He managed to take his coat off and covered her arms with it. 

He left the pathway with April in his arms, taking a discreet route to avoid drawing attention.

His mother, who had been observing from a distance, knew something was wrong. She settled the bill and generously tipped the waiter. "That's so nice of you," the waiter commented.

As Tris hurriedly left with April, it was clear that they were bound for the hospital. He avoided all attention as he quickly sped up, headed for any nearby hospital.

_Till I See You Again_

Next: A stitch in time.

She slowly regains consciousness, her eyelids fluttering open to reveal the sterile, fluorescent-lit hospital room. The antiseptic scent lingers in the air, a reminder of her proximity to illness. She sighs in relief, realizing she's safe and alive. The softness of the hospital bed cradled her weary body, offering a rare comfort in this unfamiliar place.

As she sits up, a sudden rush of panic seizes her. [He gave me the pills, he brought me here, he knows something's wrong with me!] Her head sinks into her palm, and she suppresses an inaudible groan, wrestling with her racing thoughts.

Her inner turmoil continues to play out, and she muses, “How could I forget my pills? He probably never wants to see me again.” She groans again, tossing and turning in discomfort.

Regret courses through her. “It was a terrible idea to go on that blind date. Now this guy likely won't even want to take a second look at me.”

Just as she's spiraling into self-doubt, the room is pierced by a throat-clearing sound. She freezes, turning her head slowly to the right. Her gaze locks onto him seated on the couch, directly facing her. 

Her eyes widen in disbelief, questioning the reality of the situation. She lets out a silly, nervous scream, leaving him slightly bewildered.

Two nurses enter, and she hastily stops her outburst. “Is everything alright?” they inquire. In unison, they reply with hesitation, “Yes please,” and the nurses exit.

They turn back to each other, their eyes locked, and a wave of embarrassment washes over her. 

He decides to break the silence, understanding her actions as childish. “I was waiting for you to regain consciousness before anything else,” he says, standing up, on the verge of walking out.

“Thank you…Tris,” she stammers out. A smile graces her lips as she stares at him. He nods slowly with his eyes closed, and walks out, pondering how she discovered his name.

She falls back on the bed, grappling with her thoughts. “Why did he have to see it!..” she growls under her throat.

Tris encounters the doctor outside, offering a quick apology. “Aren't you…" and the doctor pauses to glance at the file in his hands. “Tris, yes… April's guardian. There's something you need to know about her condition.”

April's mother appears out of nowhere, guided by one of the nurses. Tris discreetly moves aside, without a prompt, he feels the urge in him that she's April's mother.

“I guess you might be…" the Doctor begins, “I'm April's mother.” She continues. Her mother praises Tris for bringing April to the hospital in time, emphasizing the gravity of her condition. 

She confers shortly with the doctor, and he shares concerning news about April's inconsistent medication.

April's mother sighs heavily, her gaze falling on her daughter taking her dosage through the glass window. “Thank you, Doctor,” she murmurs. “We just stabilized her condition… there's nothing more we can do now.”

Gratitude washes over her as she thanks the doctor and Tris for their swift actions.

She enters and moves towards the bed, they sha

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re a tight, emotional hug. April inquired about how her mother was informed. Her mother mentions the call from Tris, explaining that he stayed with her throughout the night.

“We spent the night here?” April asks. “He insisted I visited in the morning,” her mother replies.

However, April's mood shifts, and she covers her face with the bedsheet. Her mother firmly pulls it down, her face stern. “He was just helping!” she exclaims.

A nurse enters, placing a plate filled with various desserts near the bed. “We hope you get better soon,” the nurse says before departing.

April's mother advises her to open up more and not dismiss potential relationships due to her condition. April begins to eat, her thoughts taking a positive turn.

Meanwhile, Tris follows the doctor to his office, and they converse for a while before stepping out. He leans against the door, his face witty. As he walks back towards April's room, he encounters his mother approaching. He rushes and embraces her tightly, almost on the verge of crying. She immediately pulls him aside for a private conversation.

“What's wrong?” she asks, concerned. “He says I could be cured after another surgery,” he says, sobbing within. “Father could've been saved Mom, he wouldn't have died,” he says, inaudibly, tears flowing down his face. His mother presses his face to her chest, slowly running her hand through his hair. 

“Everything's going to be fine, okay?” She assures them with her hand still in his hair. They separate from their embrace, wiping away the tears. 

She hands him her bag, and he hesitates for a moment before remembering he left without taking her bag.

“This is April's,” he says. His mother smiles and encourages him to return the bag, hinting that it's also an opportunity to say goodbye.

He hums and walks to the door, his face a bit cheerful. He is granted entry and April's mother excuses herself, quickly taking her leave. “I came to return the bag,” he says. 

April, now sitting up, wears a warm smile as she leans forward to accept her bag. “Thanks for everything…Tris,” she says with gratitude in her voice. The moment becomes a poignant pause as he stands still, seeming worried.

“What's wrong?” she asks as her smile fades. “I'll be going away for a while, after three days.” His face dimmed.

“That's sudden,” she responds. “I know… but I need to.” He sighs, his heart heavy. 

He suddenly breaks the sadness with a smile, “Hopefully we might get to hang out for a while before I go…" he says with a slightly faked smile.

“Maybe some other time, after I'm discharged,” she replies, slightly beaming. “Yeah…yeah sure,” he says. “I." as he pauses, “I hope you recover in time, April” he ends and immediately turns around. [That was geeky!] He thought as he exhaled. 

“Tris,” April calls. “You'll be back, right?” she asks, hopeful. Tris stops and turns his head sideways, his smile returning. “Yeah…I will,” he assures her.

_Till I See You Again_ 

Next:Two Days With Euphoria.

Tris exits his room, finding his mother already gone. He walks down the hallway to the hospital's reception located in the same building near the entrance.

He inquires about April's bills and is informed that they've been taken care of by a lady who left a while ago. Tris returns his wallet to his pocket and thanks the receptionist before leaving.

As he's about to depart, the receptionist calls out, "Sir, Dr. Carl has something for you." She holds out an envelope with both hands, and Tris leans forward to accept it, showing his gratitude.

Meanwhile, April opens the curtains to her side, revealing a serene view of the parking lot and nearby buildings.

Tris heads to the parking lot and sits in his car, glancing at the envelope. 

April notices his actions and smiles.

Tris carefully unfolds the envelope, revealing a letter inside. He sighs heavily and reads it:

[It's been a while, Tris, or should I say…brother?]

Tris smiles in acknowledgment and continues reading:

[I have wonderful news for you. My team and I have been tirelessly working to find a cure for your illness. Although we don't have a perfect cure yet, we're very close. In three days, you'll be heading to Paris, and Hector will be joining us to assist. Wus e're on the brink of discovering a cure for your happiness and freedom.]

Tris's eyes fill with tears, and he gently wipes them away as he reads further:

[I'm sorry we couldn't do anything for Dad. Something was amiss with his treatment. His medications were diluted and weakened his system due to non-functional dosages. Someone was behind it. But let's hold onto hope for a better future. I'll be waiting for you in Paris, brother. CIAO.]

The letter concludes, and Tris folds it. Memories of his parents and their loyal butler, Leo, flood his mind as he slowly sobs out his sorrow. 

An old family photo falls from the envelope, and he picks it up, gazing at the smiles of Miss Lynn, his father, Butler Leo, Carl, and Aiden seated together on a couch. He runs his hand over their faces and wipes his tears as he starts the car, speeding onto the highway.

April's smile fades as she witnesses his sudden burst of speed, sensing that something isn't right.

Tris accelerates to over 200mph on the deserted highway, with a view of the beach on the left. After a while, he slows down and comes to a stop. 

He steps out and gazes at the beach, reminiscing about the times spent there with his family. As he closes his eyes and breathes in the sea's scent, he mutters, "What's the point if there's no happiness?" He sighs and, with the view of the sunset, calms his mood, then continues driving at a gentler pace.

Tris hears the noise of the populated city after the highway and he slowly drives through to the white villa. The gate automatically opens as he drives slowly through the path leading to the main villa. 

The valet walks over to park the car and he steps out. After receiving the usual courteous greeting he walks inside, advancing through the living room, then to his room upstairs. 

He walks to his bed and places the picture under his pillow, then falls on the bed, gazing at the glossy lighting system above. 

[The letter...] as he takes it out of his pocket and reads it once more.[Carl's contact details] he thought.

Tris swiftly moves to his study table and promptly turns on his laptop, trying to contact Carl. He sends several messages but receives no response. In boredom, Tris rests his head on the table, eventually falling asleep.

After about half an hour, his phone rings loudly, waking him up. He slowly picks it up and swipes to answer the call.

"Good evening, this is Martin's Medical Institute. We are calling to inform you that April has been fully discharged and is ready to leave the hospital. Please make the necessary pickup arrangements, and feel free to ask any questions or seek further information," a lady's voice informs him.

"Okay... but why are you telling me this? You could've called her mother instead" Tris asks. "We were instructed to inform you once she was discharged. We apologize if it's inconvenient. We'll also contact any other phone number we find on her file. Thank you," the lady replies before hanging up.

Tris places his phone back on the table, silently contemplating. He observes the rain-prone weather outside as the thunder rumbles. 

After a few minutes, he picks up his phone and rushes out, encountering his mother and the butler while descending the stairs.

"Are you leaving already? Won't you join us for dinner?" Miss Lynn asks as he rushes past her. "I might be late," he replies in the distance, the padding out.

The valet hands him the keys and provides an umbrella for safety as he hurries to the parking lot on the left of the compound.

He enters his familiar blue Aventador, which illuminates with neon lights under and around the tires, creating a stylish effect. He drives swiftly to the hospital, where the rain starts drizzling and gradually intensifies.

The wipers automatically activate as he stops before the hospital. He picks up the umbrella and steps out into the rain.

"Why am I even doing this?" he mutters and sighs. Inside the building, he's informed that April left just a few minutes ago.

He returns to his car and drives along the pavement, observing the people walking alongside it. After activating the car's map he spots a bus stop shelter a few meters ahead. [She might have rushed there] he thought.

He sprints to the bus stop and stops the car near the shelter. Tris swiftly steps out and draws near the shear, straining to see if there's anyone seated under.

Song{Dandelions-Ruth B}

_And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime_

_And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine_

He slowly approaches the shelter and finds April seated alone. He sighs and moves closer, still holding the umbrella.

_'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions_

_Wishing on everyone that you'd be mine_

April raises her head, spots Tris, and slowly stands in surprise, her bag by her side. "Tris..." she says, looking at his soaked clothes. She smiles and moves closer, hugging him tightly. Tris's eyes widen in shock as they stand under the bus stop shelter with the umbrella raised above them.

_And I see forever in your eyes_

_I feel okay when I see you smile, smile..._

_Till I See You Again_

Next: Two days in Euphoria, Day 1

Tris's eyes widen in shock as they stand under the bus stop shelter with the umbrella raised above them.

_And I see forever in your eyes_

_I feel okay when I see you smile, smile..._]

Tris slowly lowers his umbrella as April continues her embrace. They separate from the hug, and she looks directly into his eyes as she steps back.

Tris remains still for a while and clears his throat, raising the umbrella back up. "My car's over there," he pauses and points to his car. "Let's head home..." He continues.

He shields April with the umbrella, and they swiftly walk to the car as he opens the door for her. Walking to the other side, Tris exhales heavily and folds the umbrella, taking his seat.

He places the umbrella in its socket, and they drive to April's house after Tris locates the destination on his car's map.

The rain eventually ceases, and she comfortably enjoys the ride while he drives smoothly to the destination. Tris parks the car beside the pavement and walks over to open her door, as she gently exits with gratitude.

He walks her a bit to the door and hands over his calling card. "Please come in," April offers, and Tris insists on leaving it for some other time.

He strolls back to his car after they share a sensual goodbye hug. He sits in the car, smiling for a while, and remembers the sudden hug they shared under the shelter. He bursts into short laughter and accelerates the car heading back home.

He reaches the White Villa as he cheerfully rides through to the compound. He winks at the circular cupid fountain and hands the car over to the valet for parking.

He heads inside and walks up the staircase, bumping into his mother and the butler.

"Oh, Tris, you're back already," she says. "I'm not late, I guess," he replies with a smile and widens his arms sideways, walking towards his room. "Won't you join us for dinner!?" She asks. "Later," he replies with a wave and enters his room.

Miss Lynn turns to his butler as they stop walking. "He seems cheerful," she says as the butler smiles, "Yes, Miss. He is cheerful," he replies.

"Find out where she lives, send a bouquet with a note from Tris attached. Deliver it by morning," she orders with a smile. "As you wish, Miss," he replies and heads down the staircase. She walks to the other side heading to the dining room for dinner.

Tris slides the door to his bathroom open and walks inside. A truly luxurious design, with a sleek glass shower cubicle with shining shower handles and handsets, it is styled with exquisite finishing touches, and a customized tile choice adds a classy touch to the bathroom.

He turns on the shower as it smoothly falls down his body. He leans his hand against the wall and closes his eyes.

Flashback, ["Dad," he calls out prolonged. His father with white hair on his study desk turns sideways to stare at little Tris in casual wear. "Yes, son," he replied with a smile. "I wanna get married already, and live happily with her like you do with mom," he says with a grin. His father laughs and rolls his office chair to his side, leaning forward. "You definitely should, but it's after you grow, son. I hope I'll be there to witness it with you." He ends and rolls back to his desk.]

Tris sighs heavily and turns off the shower, stepping outside. He picks up one of the toasty towels on the towel shelf and cleans himself over a while.

He walks to the other room and wears a house suit, as he heads to the dining table for dinner.

He sees his mother at the table with two maids beside the table, their hands folded in front of them in white aprons. Eight classic chairs surround a rectangular table with one on the breadth and three on the length of the table.

His mother sits on one side at the far end of the room, and he walks to take his seat beside her. "I forgot to ask how the date went, yesterday," she says and feeds herself a forkful of steak.

"We didn't get to do much, it's a bit complicated," he replies, serving himself after declining the maid's offer to serve his plate.

A stack of different dishes lay on the table, more than enough for two.

"Then I guess you'd want to spend some more time with her before you leave," she says, gently gnashing the steak. "I wouldn't decline the offer. But I don't know how to ask her out..." he replies.

His mother smiles, and then the butler enters. "That's not a problem," she replies.

The butler asks for permission and leans towards her to whisper, "I've found her location from his map history. I've ordered a bouquet for the morning with an outing note," he informs. She slightly nods, and he excuses them as he swiftly walks out.

"Any location in mind?" She asks. "I'm yet to pick one, I haven't even asked her out yet," he replies. He slowly drops the utensils on the napkin and stands on his feet. "What's wrong?" She asks. "I've lost my appetite," he replies and hurries to his room.

He quickly shuts the door and locks it, then he moves to pull out his drawer in search of something. His breathing intensifies as he sweats, and he picks out a syringe.

He injects the syringe into his shoulder as he leans against the drawer. His breathing normalizes, and he walks to his bed to rest.

His mother knocks on his door several times to no response, and she heads to her room. She notices Tris sleeping from viewing the camera in his room, as she sighs in relief.

Morning soon arrives, and Tris wakes up covered in his sheets. A slight migraine sets in as he runs his hand through his hair, trying to remember what happened the night before.

The maids knock on his door, and he allows them to enter as they place his breakfast on the small table beside the bed. They leave, and he quickly eats up.

He picks up his phone beside the bed, noticing the time, 9:26 am. [It's late...quite unusual] he sighs and sees a message as his eyes widen.

"Hi Tris, I've received your bouquet, and it's so lovely. I read your note about the whole day's outing, and I'm in. Come pick me up by 10:00 am. I'll be waiting." The message was sent about an hour ago, and he quickly rushes out of bed and takes a quick shower.

Song{ Industry Baby- Lil Nas X}

[_And this one is for the champions,_

_I ain't lost since I began, yeah._

He wears a casual dress and walks to his car key's shelf, wondering which car to choose for the outing. He picks up the Ferrari 812's keys and quickly heads out to the garage. He sprints out and heads to her house in about 20 minutes.

April walks out of her home, receiving her mother's goodbye. She walks to the pavement and exhales heavily as she checks the time, 9:58 am.

_Funny how you said it was the end, yeah_

_Then I went did it again, yeah_

The red Ferrari approaches from the other end and swiftly stops right in front of her. The side glass slowly lowers and she sees Tris seated in front, smiling. 

_I told you long ago, on the road_

_I got what they waitin' for_

_Till I See You Again_

Next: A day full of Euphoria.