Portia jolted and looked up to see Jennifer who was sitting across her. "Huh?"
"You're daydreaming again?" Jennifer accused her with a hint of smile on her face.
"No," Portia denied and took a sip of her not-so-hot-tea. How long had they been sitting in this café?
"Lately you've been daydreaming a lot more than usual," Jennifer said while observing Portia. "You didn't hear what I said, right?"
Portia ignored the first question and asked, "What did you say?"
Jennifer leaned back on the couch and crossed her arms. "Today is Billy's birthday and he wants you to come to the dinner. You'd come, right?"
Portia shrugged, then nodded. "Sure. Why not?"
Jennifer wagged her tongue. "You look very enthusiastic," she said sarcastically, then chuckled. "Actually, Billy wanted to have the dinner just with you. But, being a coward that he is, he ended up asking me and Rick to come along," Jennifer explained.
Portia vaguely nodded and stirred her tea. "Why? Everybody knows I never reject an invitation to have a dinner."
"Maybe because you were pretty busy with Regina's friend, and no one gets to see you that much. Not even me," Jennifer implied.
"It's a good thing that for the last 2 weeks she hadn't bothered you at all. So now you have some extra times to breathe and just relax."
Portia smiled at Jennifer but didn't say anything. She threw her sight to the window, watching people walked past the café she was sitting in. She absent-mindedly inhaled and breathed out slowly.
It had been 2 weeks since the last time she saw Ellen. It seemed like Ellen was really busy with her brother's recital plan.
For the last 2 weeks, Portia also went to Ellen's apartment every single day. Now that she thought about it, she didn't really need to go there everyday, unless the apartment could mess up itself. Because she noticed that Ellen hadn't been at home much.
Then why the hell she still went there everyday? Maybe because the apartment brought her a comforting and familiar feeling? Or maybe..... just maybe..... it's because she wanted to see Ellen DeGeneres even if it's only for a minute.
But, why do I want to see Ellen? Portia inhaled deeply. I don't know...
But her wish obviously didn't come true. She never saw Ellen, not even once. Ellen never called her, nor leaving any message for her.
And even on the last week, she saw that Ellen's bed was still made up, indicating that she hadn't slept on it. So where did Ellen go?
Portia sighed and she felt stupid. Stupid and lonely. And the loneliness that she wasn't supposed to feel only made her feel more stupid.
"Oh, stop sighing!" Jennifer's voice snapped her out of her trance. "What's going on with you?"
"Nothing."
"Well, if so, then our break time is over. Let's continue our shopping activity." Jennifer stood up and gathered all the plastic bags beside her.
Portia laughed and gathered her own bags.
"When we're done, you can just go to my place so we can go to Billy's dinner together later," Jennifer offered.
Portia shrugged. "Alrighty."
"Billy said he has reserved a table at the Ramses," Jennifer chirped.
"Ramses?" Portia repeated in surprise. She had heard one or two words about that incredibly famous restaurant. Would be hard to get a table there if you hadn't reserved it at least a week before.
Jennifer smiled. "He definitely wants to impress you. Poor boy. Hasn't he realized that he's trying to approach the Portia who doesn't want to be approached by anybody?"
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"Dinner outside?" Ellen asked while looking up to her older brother from her couch. She and her brother were discussing about some aspects of the upcoming recital in her brother's office when he said that he wanted to treat some musicians that was included in his recital with a dinner.
"Yes. I've already reserved a place at my friend's restaurant," Vance answered.
Ellen grimaced. "Well.... What if I'm not coming?"
"Why? You got another appointment?"
"Nope. Just tired," Ellen said while playing with a pen inbetween her right hand's fingers. "And I'm not in the mood of some polite conversation with people. I'll have my dinner at home."
"Today mom's going out with her friends, she said she'll be home after dinner," Vance said.
Ellen groaned dramatically.
"Come on. Join us," Vance persuaded. "You know I already promised those girls that you'll be there."
Ellen squinted her eyes suspiciously. "What girls?"
"Those young girls who join my orchestra. The violinists," Vance chuckled. "They're very impressed by you, you know. Apparently they think that your bandaged hand is very.......... sexy."
Ellen scoffed. "I really don't have time for that," she grumbled.
Then there was a knock on the door and one of her brother's employee peeked his head out from behind the door.
"Mr. DeGeneres, can I talk to you for a second?"
"Sure," Vance raised from his seat and walked towards the door. But before he got out, he turned to Ellen and asked, "So are you coming with us or not?"
"I'll think about it."
Vance shrugged, then walked out of the room, leaving Ellen alone.
Ellen leaned her head back and stared at the ceiling. She really was tired. All she wanted to do now was to go home and have a nice rest. But her mom wasn't going to be home, so there would be nobody to cook her dinner. She snorted in annoyance.
But, she still had another choice. She could call Portia de Rossi and ask her to come to her apartment and set up a dinner for her. That was the main, and apparently, most appealing choice she had right now.
It had been 2 weeks since the last time she saw that girl, and for the last 2 weeks, she always had the urge to call Portia, but always ended up not doing it. Why? Because she had no idea on what to say to that girl. Am i avoiding Portia? Ellen asked herself. Well, maybe yes. That girl had put her heart in a chaotic state. Being around Portia had confused Ellen. She didn't know what she wanted, she didn't know what to feel.
However, she still wanted to see that girl. She craved to hear her voice. And for god's sake, don't even ask why because Ellen herself didn't understand.
She pulled out her phone and stared at it for some time. She was still thinking about whether or not she better call that girl.
But why hadn't Portia given any effort to contact her for the last 2 weeks either?
Ellen frowned thinking about that question. If that girl was sincerely trying to be responsible and wanted to help Ellen, she should've given a call to make sure that Ellen's okay, right? She should've called Ellen and asked if Ellen needed her help, shouldn't she? She should've done that, right? No?
Ellen's frown went deeper while she glared at her phone like that thing had done something terrible to her. That girl must be having fun right now, Ellen thought, because she finally had some free time to do whatever she wanted to do.
After she mulled over things with an annoyed feeling, Ellen finally pressed some buttons on her phone and brought it up to her ear. "Vance? I'm coming. Where to?" she listened to her brother's respond. "Ramses? Fine."
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