2 Chapter 2

chapter 2

Although she was not sure she guessed a night before that maybe this would happen as he told her it will be a night she wont forget. But she did not prepare herself so all this came as a shock. He stares into her eyes waiting for answer. She stares back with silence.

'E .. e..' she trembles.

He stands and takes a step towards her. She looks up. He neals down before her and takes her hand. She is still in shoke. She reacts back from the knead he gave her.

'I will make you happy. Be my wife.' He proposes. She knows for a fact he will make her happy as he has till now. Ever since they met she has been who she always wanted to be with him. He bought her a house. He bought her stuff. And most of all he cared and loved her. And his grace. His undeniably gorgeous looks. His blue eyes and perfectly sculpted lips. Jen gaze into his eyes and go back to how it all began.

Eight month earlier,

In a sunday morning Jen goes out to get grocery. It was her turn as for her room mate Kessy did it last time. They have a schedual they agreed to execte after Jen moved in, to live together with. Every two weeks, on sundays they go out inturn to get grocery with exceptions. The exceptions are if one of them are sick or in a state where they cannot go out then the other person will take turn.

That sunday Jen was wearing a yellow dress with white flowers drawing on it. The dress was just below her knee. She was holding a small black bag under her arm pit. Her black dyed hair was tighed up together in a bun. She was wearing lip gloss, sweet candy. She had on plane slippers. The black sun eye glasses she pulled back on her hair complimented her two strand of hair let out on her forhead.

'Hi' she turns to her right as she hears a mans voice speak beside her.

'Are those good?' He asks pointing his finger at the Apple Jen was picking from.

She smiles akwardly. She thinks in her mind if it was suppose to be a pick up line or if this man with blue eyes genuinely does not know what apples are.

'Yes?!. I mean see.. I am bad at picking good apples. I always end up eating the not so good ones.' He looks at her with grimace. He knew he sounded some how witless at that moment. Jen turns and picks three apples of them all and hands it to him. He took it.

'Those are good apples.' She passes by him leaving her smile and scent. An oceanic scent that makes you close your eyes and travel away for a second. He follows her by his eyes.

'Wait.' He could not hold himself down.

'How is dinner?' She smiles and overwhelmed with his forward approch. She does not say a word. She walks away. She walks out of the grocery store as she got everything she needed. She takes a bit from the apple she bought held in her hands. She crosses the street and makes her way home. As she reached a cafe next to her appartment she stops and turns around. She knew he was following her. He followed her from the grocery store. He paused as he saw she noticed him following her. He looks nervous. The white button down shirt he was wearing looked ridiculous with the face he was making. His dark blue jeans fit him well with the white sneaker shoe he had on. She approached him as he stood still.

'Why are you following me?'

'I don't know.' Anyone can tell how nervous he is by taking a quick glance. She laughed. She continous laughing very hard. He stood there akwardly. She laughs louder. He wasnot sure if he had to interupt her laughter as she looked absolutly beautiful. He smiles looking at her perfectly whittened teeth. He takes a deep breath letting losse.

'Did you want to get coffee?' She requested. He noded his head with approval. She lead him to the cafe and they both sat. She kept on staring at him with amusement after they got easy on their sit.

'Coffee please.' Jen orderd. ' do u want to eat?' She asks him.

'Coffee is good.' He replies. She kept her smile of amuse.

'Am Jen.' She extends her hand for introduction.

'Am Robert. But call me Rob.' Their hand meet. For a second they both got comfortable and let their hands stay put. They gazzed into eachothers eyes and made magic. Jen would describe it as, as his hands touched mine my whole body vibrated in a way it moved everything. They both pull back their hands to themselves as their coffee was being served. Jen turned her head to the window placing her fingers on her lips. She looks back at him holding the mug by her right hand. She takes a sip from the coffee and pushs it away.

'What is wrong?' Rob asks. She nods from left to right sending a message of nothing. He takes a sip and speaks.

'This is great coffee.' As he looks back at her, he could see her face frowned. 'What?'

'This is a good coffee?'

'Ya. It tastes good.' He repeats. Her love for coffee somehow took over her. She got up from her chair.

'Lets go.' She proclamated.

'Where?' With out another word she puts money on the table and picks up her grocery bag. He follows with confusion. He extends his hands to open the cafes door for her but she didnot even wait. She pushs it before he could even come close and walks out. He follows her confused. She takes him to her home across the street. He continues following her looking around the building she made him enter.

'You live here?' He asks. He felt like it was normal question to ask as he was sure she wouldnot take him to her family or friends place.

He wasnot still sure tho as she didnot reply. He looks around walking up the staries. The appartment looks appalling. The paints were out. The staries feels like it could tremble and fall at any time. And the smell. The smell was awful. It smells like something died inside the bulilding. Rob thinking how Jen could live in a place like this, or if he is wrong and maybe it is a friends place. They reach the door. She opens the door with a key and lets him in first. So now he his questions are answered, atleast some of them. The interior of her house is not so bad, was the first thought that came to his mind. As he enterd she told him to takeoff his shoes and change to slippers. 'Neat freak?' He asks himself. He did as orderd. He walks in. As he walks in he sees the living room. Was very small. Had only three blue sofas with a small wooden table on the center. The sofa was facing a small flat tv hanging on the wall. He sees a small white mattress fitting the size of the sofa. Above the sofa facing the tv, he sees a picture hanging. He looked closer it was a painting of a flower on a black paint. A pink single flower. He extends his hands to touch the paint.

'Don't touch.' He quickly pulls back his hand and walks towards Jen. She was preparing coffee in the kitchen which happens to be on the opposite side of the so called living room. He pulls a chair and sits on the counter. She turns around giving him her back while she washs the mug to serve in. He admires his beauty from behind. She felt so perfect. Only thought in his mind was what if I hug her from behind and kiss her by the neck. And so he did. He got up and walked towards her. He raps his hands softly around hers. She leans back at him. He slowly kisses her neck taking a deep breath under. She drops the mug. He let loose of her hair.

' Rob. Rob.' She waves her hands around his eyes. He woke up from what if.

'Are you ok?' She asks.

'Am fine.' He rubs his face with his hands trying to pull himself together and focus. He picks up the coffee she prepared for him and takes a sip.

'O my God.' He reacted. She smiled. He takes another one.

'Now this is a great coffee.' She rests her case. He could not agree more. She drinks her coffee gazing away. Not a words until she finishs drinking.

'You live alone?' He asks. She node no.

'Thank you.' He raises his mug.

'You are welcome.' She smiles.

'Can I see you again?' He asks. She stood straight from where she was bending on the conter to drink her coffee and replied,

'I don't know.'

'Well I would love to.' Jen looks into his eyes and smiled. She is sure she has seen this look before. She takes a breath and escorts him out. He stands by the door while she still holds the door. She comes back in and hands him a paper.

'Call me.'

His face laughed with warm fuzzies. He cleans his throat not to show emotions, and walks backwards with a smile on his face. And walks away.