Iwasstunnedforamoment.Thisvoice…soundedfamiliar.
Butmyconfusedthoughtscouldntfigureitoutforthemoment,andIrepliedImattheintersectionofthe trafficlight.Canyouseeme? Imwearingabluedress.
Bemorespecific,whichintersectionisit? ItsthepickuppointImarked.
Therewasapauseontheotherendofthephone: Finally,hesighedasifhelpless:ImTristan.Didyougetdrunk? Tristan…Franco? Ifrownedandlookedatthephonenumberagain.Mybrain,whichhadshortcircuited,finallyclearedupabit.
Sorry,Ijustattendedmybestfriendsbirthdaypartyanddranksomewine.Idialedthewrongnumber… Tristanwas silentforamomentandasked,Hasthedriver notarrivedyet? Iguessed:Notyet,maybeitstoofar awayandstillontheway… Tristansaid,Thenkeeptalkingtomeonthephone.Howcanthedrivercontactyou? Thistimeitwasmyturntobesilent,andIlaughedawkwardly:Also,Iforgotthat.
JustasIwasabouttohangupthephone,Tristansvoicesoundedagain:Donthangupthephonefirst.Checkthe driverslocation.
Hisvoicecamethroughthephone,andhisdeepvoiceseemedparticularlygentle.
Tristan,youaresogentle… Therewasatwosecondsilenceontheotherendofthephone,andhelightlylaughed:Imafraidthatifyouhangupthephone,youwillpassoutontheroadsideaftergettingdrunk.Whenyouwakeupandseethiscallrecord,youwillprobablyholdmeresponsible.

Indeed,thisistherealTristan.
Icomplainedinmyheart,lookedattheestimatedtimeon myphone,andfeltabitmelancholy:Itstilltakesmorethantenminutes… Canceltheorder.Tristanpausedforamomentandsaiddirectly,Sendmetheaddress.Illsendsomeonetopickyouup.Itssafer.
20:54 99BloodyLashesAndABulletToHisHeart 74.1% Chapter21 TherewassomenoiseonTristanssideoccasionally,asifhewasalsobusyoutside.
Idonthaveto…itstoomuchtrouble.Icancallataxiagain,Isaid,feelingembarrassedtotroublehim.
Intheend,Annie,whowaswithme,explainedtheaddresstoTristanforme.
Afterthecallwasdisconnected,Anniecouldnthelpaskingmeaboutthepersonwhohadjustansweredthephone:Whowasthepersonwhoansweredyourcalljustnow?Whendidyoumeethim?Ididntknowaboutit.
Threeconsecutivequestionsmademeabitataloss.
Iremember…Itold you,Iburped,halfclosingmyeyesandsittingonthe roadsidewithAnnie:Heistheblinddatemymotherintroducedtomelastweek.
Soitshim? Fifteenminuteslater,aMaybachstoppedbytheroadside.

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Tristangotoutofthecarandsawme,dressedinalight bluedress,sittingobedientlyontheroadsidewithmyfriend.
Hewalkedoverquickly,lookedatmyredfaceanddrunkenconsciousness,andthenlookedatAnnie,whowasstillsober,andsaid,Illtakeyoubothhome.
AnnielookedatTristancarefullyandthenletherguarddownabit.
Shequicklywaved herhand:No,no,Icantakeataximyself.Youjustmakesuretotakeherhomesafely.
Tristandidntinsistandnodded.
didnther Alright,Illcallherwhenshegetshome.
Annienoddedinagreementandleft.
Whydidyoucometoo?IlookedatTristan,abitsurprised,Didntyousendsomeonetopickmeup? Afterall,Tristanlookedlikehewasbusyeverydayandcouldntsparethetime.

Nearby,ontheway,Tristansaidindifferently.
Imadeanohsound,andthentriedtostandup,butmyhighheelsaccidentallytwisted,andIlostmybalanceandwasabouttofalltotheground.
Thenextsecond,Ifellintoawarmandsturdyembrace.
Be careful,Tristansaid,hisvoicecoldbutclear,ashecaughtme.
Butwithawaveofdizziness,myheadfeltevenheavier.
Icouldnthelpbutwanttogetcloser tosomethingcooltosoberupabit,soIunconsciouslyburiedmyheadin Chapter21 Tristanschest,wherehewaswearingahighendsuit.
Thecoolandsmoothfabricofthesuitmademewanttorubmycheeks,whichwerehotfromthealcohol.
Stopfidgeting,Tristansaidinalowvoice,abithoarse,asheheldmesteadilyandpickedmeupinhisarms.
Thedriverquicklyopenedthebackdoorforustogetin:Mr.Franco,arewegoingtothevillaortheyoungladyshome?