Den was pissed, leaving Ella at the restaurant wasn't easy, he still could picture her eyes when he took his jacket off the chair and ran off in the distance, she was hopeful that they'd have a good 'DATE' and he had gifted her nothing but watery eyes, damn she even looked good when she cried or was close to tears.

Anne was worried, Bisar hadn't called not was he replying to her texts, what was he upto, she thought, he was still a child at hurt it seemed, someone had taken away his most precious toy away from him and so he'd nurse a grudge forever against that thieving scum.....
She sure understood how it felt upon losing your feelings and becoming numb, but she was only trying to put him out of misery, why was he becoming so cold and distant? Was it male ego or was it just plain old depression, she wondered, she decided that she'd call Den, atleast he'd talk to her and tell her what was up.

"Hi Anne, can I call you back hon, actually...