16 November 2012
He caught me, waving his hand asking me to come over. I shook my head, ashamed. He frowns, waving his hand again. Taking a deep breath. I went with heavy steps until I stood in front of him. He took my camera and started scanning it. "What is this? Are you a paparazzi?" "It is similar" I answer my heart pounding. "Look at me" he says, straight forward.
"Are you interested in me?" Silence. I look straight him. "Yes. The handsome type is exactly my ideal. I get easily affected" I confess, unabashedly. He swallows as if taken back. "Since when?" "Huh?" "I asked you since when were you interested in me" "It has been a while" I say feeling my courage go down. "A while when?" "Stop asking me please. Even if you don't, I am already embarrassed" I say raising my voice at start and eventually losing it. He handed my camera and left, leaving in a state of chaos in my head and an embarrassing moment I will have as memory.
To be continue...
He and I • Opuss № I