Rowan never really liked Isla. He always thought she was intense and that she was bad for Isabella, but didn’t want to show his feelings until after they broke up. But when she shaved her head and started interrogating him about Isabella. How much she was willing to do to find her, Rowan felt that he misjudged her before. He still thinks she’s intense, but in a positive way. What’ss the word? Fierce!
“I’M HER GIRLFRIEND I HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO BE HERE!” He looked at the woman, realizing she was everything he thought Isla was, when he first met and disliked her. Then he looked at Isla and thought how he could’ve been so wrong about a person until now.
Then this stranger somehow found the audacity to call her own girlfriend bald and crazy. “Don’t call Isla crazy, and she’s not bald because she has a buzzcut. You shown so much disrespect to every woman present here that I wonder how you ever convinced Isla to start dating you. Just because you’re loud and mouthy and resort to namecalling, doesn’t mean you’re entitle to anything, let alone anybody’s respect. You’re only entitle to have the cops called on you for harrasement and tresspassing.”
Isla rose to defend Isabella, or that is what Rowan thought she would do, had she not been pushed back to the ground by Leah.
Leah, as Isabella called her, mentioned something about Isla stalking, and Rowan got angry at Leah. He didn’t know exactly what Isla was doing, but he knew it wasn’t stalking (more like he told himself it wasn’t stalking but concern). The resentment he’s build up for years started to get out and he was seeing red. Once Leah said “I’m done with this entire situation.” Rowan started menacingly, but slowly walking towards her and said “You better go.” He said with a monotone voice. He had no weapons and there was no threat of violence said by him, but his gaze was enough to make the woman go to her car and drive off. In the rush to get away she hit Rowan’s car, but Rowan didn’t care, as long as she was gone. No one hurts both Isabella and Isla in front of him. He turned around to notice Isabella frozen in fear, discomfort and confusion. She was gazing at Isla, who was sitting on the floor, facing away from both of them, silently weeping. He walked up closer to Isla, wnating to comfort her, but knowing she dislikes him, and has every reason to. Had she known the truth about the kidnapping, she would hate him even more. He looked at Isabella, who might actually comfort her, but she stood there frozen in shock. He wasn’t about to let Isla just cry and feel embarrased and judged by them because that woman, LeAh, decided to go mental. He walked into the house, grabbed two blankets and his phone. He watched out the window to see if Isla was still there as he ordered a taxi. He walked out and put one of the two blankets around Isabella. That was for shock victims, he knew to do that because he was given a blanket when leaving the house wher his sister commited suicide. He turned to Isla and gently put a soft blanket over her kneeling figure. He whispered “The leaves were dripping with morning dew, dont want you to get a cold. Since your uhh … girlfriend drove off with your ride I ordered you a taxi. It should be here in two minutes.” He stayed outside until the car came round just ot make sure Isla was all right and to pay the taxi driver since he gave no instruction to the taxi driver where to go in case he gave a destination Isla didn’t want to go to. When she left, Isabella was still on the porch. Rowan went inside, kept the door open and Invisted Isabella inside. Rowan really needs a drink now. Isabella locked herself in the bathroom and although he needed a drink, he couldn’t possibly enjoy it until he knew she was alright … And that didn’t seem to be the case because he could hear crying through the door. He didn’t want to knock or bother her, knowing she probably wants time and peace to cry it out and progress what just happened. Maybe she was also a little hurt to know Isla had moved on . Isabella went out of the bathrrom ready to go and asked him if he would join her. He was happy she seemed better but he still asked her “Are you sure you’re ready?” insuating she might still need to take more time to process what just happened. However when he looked over her outfit he gasped. “Isabella … I know this is LA, but it’s still December and it’s cold out tonight, please wear a jacket at least.” He looked at the incredibly short dress with holes. Thankfully there was a modesty skin colored fabric underneath so she wasn’t showing off anything althought it seemed like she was. Rowan thought the dress was ok, he’s seen worse from her colleagues, but he figured such a classy and nice person wouldn’t wear a dress that makes them look like they’re naked. He didn’t want to say anything at the risk of sounding like her parents and he knew this was her way of coping sometimes. He then proposed. “I’ll go and get ready, by then you can find something warm enough to cover yourself with.” He rushed getting ready just in case she decided she didnt’ want to wear a jacket or a coat over her dress, either catch a cold or catch somebody to have a drunked night with, when he’s not there to make sure she doesn’t get too drunk or taken advantage off, especially in that dress. He changed and then headed out to the parking lot in front of her house. "“Let’s take yours, you probably wouldn’t want to get to the bar in a little red dress with your makeup and hair all done nicely, in an old car with a huge, fresh dent.”
He drove to some club called ‘Club Ivy’ and sat at a table with Isabella. He insisted they don’t sit at the bar because if they both sit at the bar, other, creepy men at the bar would find it easier to approach her, or try to get her drunk. Rowan knows that neither she nor he would want that type of attention coming her way, so they sat at a booth.
The bartender brought them their first round of drinks and Rowan told her that she can drink as much as she wants, if he’s there with her. He planned that his first drink would be alcoholic, to help his nerves, but that for the remainder he’d stick to sodas.
@Kbail - Thank you
@ChayChay05 - Isabella
@SotaForgotten - I think she’s about to text Davit/Let’s do that meeting finally
