Skills of a Stalker

They were walking together under one umbrella on the sidewalk when David asked her.

"Do you like singing?"

"Just for fun, it's not my passion." She replies, nonchalantly.

"But you were good at it maybe you should consider it."

"Nah... I was glad to help the old man through my voice but my passion is something else." She says, kicking a stone in her way.

"And what is that?" David asks, curiosity evident in his tone.

"I love writing like... Short stories, essays, and dramas."

"So you wrote that song?"

"Um... yeah, why?"

"I was wondering, in any case, were you the girl the song was about?" Sabrina chuckles, hearing his words and he raises his brows, looking at her. "What? Is it too cliche to think that way?" He asks, confusedly and she laughs even harder. David realizes that it has become easy to make her laugh and he was proud of that.

"That is not the case."

"Thank God! Otherwise it would have sucked because I am no prince either." She snorts at David's attempt to hit on her.

"But yes some facts do relate me like I am not rich nor that beautiful but people say my personality is not easy to handle." She winks at David and blows away a fallen strand of hair from her forehead. "And I am not totally alone. I have my mother with me who means the world to me." She portrays the word 'world' by spreading her hands in the air. "What about you Mr. Stalker David?"

"What about me?"

"Tell about yourself, anything other than stalking."

"Right, there is nothing much to tell just that I have five siblings which include my sister, two stepbrothers and a sister and I am the fourth one in the family."

"Wow! Now that's a big family."

"It's nothing, I haven't told you about everyone yet."

"Wait there are more?"

"I live in a joint family with my grandmom and dad, their two sons' and their family, living together under one roof which makes a lot of family members, not to mention including step cousins like the one in Cinderella." Sabrina barks out a laugh.

"Wow, there are a lot of steps."

"Yeah, a very complicated family."

"So how does it feel to be like Cinderella?"

"I don't know... sometimes it's excruciating but other times it's also a relief."

"How come?"

"Well... When my cousins do achieve something in their life I am compared to them and scolded that I need to do better than them and sometimes my family needs to understand that I can't be like them because I am not that person, I am different. But then again sometimes my Uncle does understand me better than my father and it's such a relief." David breathes out and shakes his head, thinking about his family.

Sabrina realizes that it's a complicated topic for him so she tries to divert the topic.

"So... Have you started looking for a job?" She notices David composure loses at her attempt to divert.

"I don't know... You help me?" He makes a puppy dog face and looks at Sabrina who rolled her eyes with a shake of her head. "Pretty please?" He pleads, bringing his clasped hands together in front of her.

"Well okay, we'll see about that."

"Yaayyy!" He jumps up, kicking his feet together in the process and Sabrina laughs at his childish behavior. "Hey! There is a question that's been poking inside my head." David says, suddenly being serious.

"And what is that?"

"Why didn't you sing the whole story today?" He asks.

"To tell you the truth, I haven't ended writing it yet." She shrugs. "I don't know what to write... It's like so many possibilities in front of me but I am not sure which to choose."

"Wait, you're saying that the girl in your story... decided to take a step and she isn't sure what to do?" Sabrina nods her head, vehemently and David gives her a disbelieving look.

"What kind of writer are you? Who publishes their story without preparing what's to come next?"

"Hey! I won the best writer award in my high school, my theatre was the best among all." She admits, proudly and David shakes his head.

"Believe it or not writer's writing is somewhat influenced by his life and personal experiences otherwise he won't be called a writer." Sabrina watches David from the corner of her eyes. He was serious without any glimpse of a smile. Sabrina liked that he understood something about writing otherwise she would have thought of him a complete douche bag with the skills of stalker and a flirt.