Strawberry Shortcakes
There stands Neva; dumbfounded.
'What-what did he say?' Her floating mind queries itself.
No words from her, he bents a little—matching the level to her eyes. Deep eyes of his, Neva finds her senses hopeless to read, nervousness boring deep into her every being.
Her features remain frozen, the mystery man waiting for her response. Diving into her orbs.
Neva before him, way too stunned to form phrases...way too astray to even blink the eyes.
Heart drums uproariously in the ears. She does not remember any scene, wherein someone had stormed her heart or frozen the breathings.
"I have to–I have to go..." She splits their heated linking of eyes, glimpsing here and there, but nowhere near his eyes.
Coming being in a very challenging placement, she concludes to far away from the man rising her to feel the damn contrary of nerveless.
She swallows, forcing a great strength.
"Excuse me." Gently she whispers—harrowing and gathering the concealed courage in her 169 cm frame. Her feets then rotates, a normal 90°.
She walks ahead—fearing to glance back and own the fortune of stumbling upon the mystery man's trailing eyes on her, or a dreamy little smile painting his lips.
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Still in a daze, fog hovering her mind, she stands abscend minded in the entrance of the convenience store.
Feeling she only blinked an eye, but covered this long distance?
Her brain flies away the blinding fog, but remnants of faint mist can still be found.
She bites her lips, the 'Mystery Man' flying with his wings, penetrating her muse.
She had an agaped heart, suddenly. Won't ever admit...yet she hoped the mystery man followed. Maybe...destined for the same destination, then again he was headed towards the east, and she towards the west.
She exhales, wondering what went wrong with the heart. Purposelessly her eyes roams around. A bakery cafe not far distant, happiness glistens in her pretty almond orbs.
Saunters Neva to the bakery. Pupils dilating—observing the delicious, differing varieties of baked goods. Gaze lingering on a certain dessert.
"You like shortcakes?"
Her eyes sparkles, salivating for she had a very sweet tooth, she gently swallows, her favourite strawberry shortcakes. "Yes!"
Presence with a tranquiled beating heart, failing to recognise the voice. Unaware of the man of the evening, who had made the heart beat threateningly fast.
Juvenile smile dances on her rosy lips, she turns her head to find the voice, vision lifting the curtains of the familiar features a few inches apart.
She blinks twice, then thrice. Dramatically leisured protruding orbs. Corner of her lips failing to lift anymore.
None other than the Mystery man!
He smiles blazingly; her knees weakened, a storm in her chest.
A ting~ sound of the bell designed in the doorway announces a new customer coming in. Aiding Neva to seize her sense. She breaks away their glued eyes, straitening her posture. She glances up at the cashier. Mind hazy; always hazy. Whom to blame? The mystery man.
"Please pack four pieces of strawberry shortcakes, and a pack of bread." Neva voices out to the cashier.
The cashier was always there. The two beauty stunned him, and it was as if he didn't exist for them. As if they were in an alternate universe.
"That'll be 28.90. Anything else ma'am?" He asks to which Neva gestures no with a shake of her head. She pays the bill, then gets her purchase.
"Thankyou." She says. "You're welcome ma'am. Please visit again." He smiles, earning back a smile from Neva. "Sure."
The man's still there, smoothly she ignores him. Heart reluctant to calm down, was she sick? Or was it the other kind of sickness.
Outdoor, few steps away she looks back over her shoulder.
To her surprise, she meets his deep eyes, he quietly follows behind. Once more...
She tears away her confused gaze. Hands vacant, he bought nothing from the cafe shop.
'Is he really trailing after me?' She swiftly sweeps away the giddiness of a young virgin heart. Having being seized recognition of a handsome young man—instead she becomes weary, she stands her guards secure.
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With no exchange of words, Neva steps indoors of the convenience store. She hurriedly wanted to fetch her needs.
She turns her head to look behind, he's surely there still. A few strides away, hands inside his pocket.
Her eyebrows creases, she was rather anxious. What's his ultimate motive?
Twenty minutes whole, she roams her feet around the store, normally engaged in her own business—pretending the stranger silently observing her to be fine.
She was actually in a great difficulty. Trying to control her emotions. She wanted to inquire him of his 'misbehaves'.
Glued to her like a shadow. With arms crossed, deeply peering at her.
"What's the matter with him?" Neva quietly murmers to herself.
She unusually does not sense any creepy vibes looming her in. Calculating hundred ways to deal with the scene, she in the end turns to face him.
"Why are you following me?" She inquires, trying to voice out every word firm.
An eyebrow raised, he does not reply for some seconds. "I confessed, yet you haven't given anything in return." He approaches closer.
"And I remember, I asked if you liked shortcakes." He nonchalantly shrugs, standing close.
Stunned this friday for the umpteenth time. How was she to retort that? She inhales sharply. "Please keep your distance. I don't owe you any response." A stern face and words stern as she could make it out she declares.
But that darned stroke of brush in rose colour shade adorning her fair cheeks gives her away, easily.
Mystery man finds his hammering heart—wanting to thrash out his chest. Was it the close proximity? Was he to feel this way with any girl? Has it always been this way...
No, this girl's...different. The first soul to have his gaze.
Nevertheless...he has mastered the procedures, and wasn't unknown to own the control over his emotions and expressions.
He had a calm smile.
Yet he never felt anything...nothing like the way this girl he brushed past moments prior his stiff muscles titilate.
Her first glance, caused him a hunger of air.
Her unyielding glance, made him need to learn the way to breathing in a whole new foreign way.
Such a heavenly beauty. Was something already planted for them, arising now it grows.
"I wouldn't, I couldn't now even if I wanted to." He lightly shakes his head.
Ohh~ The way his smile makes him appear such pure merchant.
This girl made the strings in his heart clenched. While, he made an effort to tie her disheaveled strings.
How could he? Why would he leave and not let her compansate for it?