Chapter 8 Mia

I don't know how long I stood there staring at him from across the street. I was really looking forward to seeing this man again and I didn't even know how much until he was right there in front of me looking just as gorgeous as he did the last time I saw him.

He was dressed in blue jeans, a grey head sock and an orange coloured sweater that was way too big for him. The mixture of colors was actually horrible and anyone else would have looked like a fashionless bimbo in that outfit, but he somehow managed to pull it off and actually looked quite handsome in it.

He was sitting all by himself at one of the tables out on the Terrance with a steaming mug of some hot beverage that I couldn't make out from where I was standing and his attention totally fixed on his laptop screen like his life depended on it.

As I stood there, I fantasized running over to him and boldly telling him that even though I only got to spend a couple of hours with him the last time we met, I had really missed him a lot and the fact that I have actually seen him again has made me very happy indeed. But I'm not a bold person however, and just a mere thought of approaching him for a simple hello had me trembling all over.

A thousand thoughts swam in my head and I was getting more and more nervous as I stood there whilst people passed and looked at me funny as if I was some sort of stalker which I probably was at that point.

With a loud sigh, I dragged my legs forward to where he was sitting and tried hard to ignore the panic that was building fast in the pit of my stomach. I reached his table soon enough, but he still didn't notice me there as he was still glued to the laptop screen.

"Hello jeon" I greeted him so softly it was almost a whisper. Startled he looked up, his handsome features knotted in confusion but soon relaxed into a smile after he recognized me.

"Hello Mia" he greeted me just as softly as I had called him and I laterally had to catch my breath from the sound of my name in his deep manly voice that haunted my dreams from the moment I met him.

For a brief moment, we just stayed like that. Me standing, and him leaning back in his little chair as if to keep some sort of distance between us. This somehow had me worried that he might not be so happy to see me despite the lingering smile on his face.

"How have you been?" He stood up as if on impulse and pulled another chair from his table "mind if you sat down for a minute and have a cup of this ginger tea with me? It's quite delicious"

I nodded a response and sat down with a nervous smile on my face.

"Thanks but am more of a coffee person, do you think they can offer an espresso here?" I nervously asked but suddenly regretted my words. I should have just accepted that damn ginger tea, and maybe he would have found me attractive enough if we had a little bit more in common. I definitely overthink sometimes.

"I'm sure they can make you a cup just fine" He called out to one of the waiters and ordered an espresso for me then went quiet again. Damnit! he isn't much of a talker, totally forgot.

"So what are you working on?" I asked to make conversation, but what I really wanted to know was where the hell he had been and if at all he had ever thought about me even once.

"Oh just work" he said in a dismissive tone without even looking up from his laptop screen as he spoke. My heart sank to the floor by that simple act because it was enough for me to realize that whatever little fantasy I had going on regarding him, was only one sided and I was nothing more to him than any other common stranger he has met and forgotten in his lifetime.

The waiter brought my coffee and I drank it as quickly as possible in silence. I inwardly wished that I had ordered a take away coffee because then, I wouldn't have to sit in that situation that turned out quite different from the one I'd imagined.

"Thanks for the coffee" I stood up after I took a few sips and he looked up at me with a dazed expression and for a moment, he looked quite confused like he was somewhere else entirely, his eyes so sad, his smile fake.

"Uh sorry what?" He asked me in his confused state.

"I said I have to go" I replied flatly.

"Uhm...Am so sorry Mia" jeon said with a frown on his face "I have this terrible tendency to just disappear inside my head sometimes, please forgive me?" He apologized as he stood up as well.

"But of course! you don't need to apologise at all, just finish your work, okay?" I stammered as I fumbled for my purse and Bo na's damned coffee which was probably cold by then and walked away before I could humiliate myself some more.