Which One To Love?

“What  the hell’s gotten into you Daria?” Darren  explodes out while somewhat embarrassed from his girlfriend’s outburst   caused at their  dinner table. “What’s gotten into me? How about the phone call you just received from that little bitch of a secretary you’re screwing down at the law firm!” Completely embarrassed now from all the stairs and snickers they received from  other diners, Darren gently threw down his napkin after wiping his mouth, and ambled from the table. “When you’re ready to talk to me civilized, I’ll be out in the car waiting!” As  he scurries from the table, Daria  wipes her face slyly, trying to seize some of the stares she was still obtaining. After pulling her purse out to pay for their half eaten dinner, a gentlemen walks up to the table. “Excuse miss, but  are you ok? ” As Daria’s tear stained cheek glimpses up at him with his freshly attire on, she quickly wipes her eyes. “Does  it look like I’m ok? I just made a fool out of myself in here?”  Straightening up her satin dress, he then reveals while glancing around the restaurant. “You seem to have liven up this dreary diner for once.” Placing her purse strap over her shoulders. “What do you want from me? Do I even know you?” As he ambles along with Daria towards the exit, as she still perceives snickers and stares by some of the diners. “Well, no you don’t know me? I was just convening with some of my college buddies over there, and we caught heed to some of you two’s heated conversation.” Pushing open the double doors. “And I bet you and your little college buddies just had a riot out on that shit, didn’t you! Now since the scene is over, have a nice evening!”  As Daria was heading to the parking lot, she notices Darren’s car was gone. Startled  at first, the gentlemen turns back around apologizing. “Look, I’m sorry if I’m being such a… hey? You ok?” Scrutinizing the parking lot once again, Daria screams. “Darren, you son of a bitch!” Walking up to her. “He left you, didn’t he!” As she sobs while pulling out her cellular phone, the man retorts. “Look, if you need a ride home, I can take you.” Looking up with a disgusting look on her face. “Catch a  ride with you. I don’t even know who the fuck you are!” As she continues to snivel, he responds. “My  name’s Seliq  Hasten. And if you need to know more about me, I have my resume in the trunk of my Benz?” Dialing on her phone, Daria wipes her tears while chuckling.