Moving plan II

I shrugged and pushed my empty bowl and laughed at his comment. I mean...obviously. I leaned forward with a smile, resting my arms on the table.

"I'm a housekeeper, and before that, I'm a waiter. And before that, I'm a cook and before that, I'm a baker. It would be weird if I can't cook after all of that, right?" I work so hard and I think my hard work paid off.

"Wow...so I assume being a baker is your first job?" he asked me, also pushing away his bowl, taking another sip from his can.

I nodded, drinking my juice.

"Hmm...that's so cool…"

Cool? I smiled faintly. If he ever knew the story behind it, would he still think I'm cool?

"How old were you back then?"

"Fifteen." He looked at me with hesitation but still nodded, glancing at his can. He said nothing more and kept drinking and he finally opened his second can.

"What about you?" I asked, breaking the silence. He glanced at me and smiled.

"I'm just a school kid who knows nothing about the world at that age. I just went to school and got allowances from my parents. Graduated. Nothing much actually." He said.

He is so lucky that he can further her study, to Japan at most. Somehow...I feel envious. And proud.

We both fell in silence. And he opened his third can of beer.

"You know… actually the reason I'm being so happy today...is because of the project that is coming soon."

I looked at him, breaking the silence.

"And?"

"It's another exhibition project," he said, rubbing his nape with a nervous laugh.

"And?"

He glanced at me and averted my eyes. The heck!

"You know...my...uh model before…"

"Ah, your fling? Yeah, what's wrong with her?"

He looked up and looked down again. And for some reason, my chest throbbing and I felt annoyed. Why the hell is he bringing her up again. Oh, dear little heart. Chill down. I take another sip of my juice to cool down the jealousy.

"I don't need her anymore and our contract is terminated since this exhibition project is done. And actually, uhh...the theme is most likely about love and you know, you are the person I love so would you be my model, baby?"

He looked up with a slight blush. And I'm blushing too. Not because he's blushing but because he said that I am the person he loves.

But a model? Who? Me? I looked at my wrists. It makes me happy that he wants me to be his model but how can I? Looking at his word art before, he even took a naked photo and what would happen to me if he took a nude photo of mine. The thought that he might frighten me.

"I won't ask you to take off your clothes. I just feel like if I snap a picture of you, who I love, it would be great. Even if you are picking your nose at that time. Or farted. I'm sure, it will turn out great!" he uttered, seriously.

I looked at him with a furrowed brow but I still laughed. I raised both of my hands and showed him my flaw.

"Abou these? These are surely not beautiful. Won't it ruin anything?" I asked him. Firmly. He grabbed both of my hands, twisted them around and bring them to his lips, kissing both wrists in turn.

"The proof that you are strong, which makes you even prettier."

"Sweet talker. Is this how you talked to your flings?" He looked at me with a smirk.

"Well...no. I don't talk like this when I'm with someone else and to be exact, you are the first one."

I scoffed at him. "Hmm, bullshit."

He smirked at me and laughed.

"I'm telling the truth." he rubbed his nape and chuckled again. I know that was his habit especially when he was nervous or anxious about something. Perhaps. Just an assumption though.

Again. The dining table is filled with silence. Awkwardly. And now I realised he is drunk, which means I have to go home by myself. Right?

I glanced at him who looked sexier than ever for no reason. A soft sighed escape from his mouth, he leaned to the backrest and one hand on the backrest and another on holding the can, as he looked at the can with a frown.

Then he laughed. Is this his drunk habit?

"I can't believe I fell in love." he giggles happily. That's. So. CUTE!!!!!!

"The first time I saw you…" he paused as he looked at me with a smug. "You give me a butterfly as I saw you standing and snickering at that bitch, and I was like...oh she's so hot! And Everyone was so quiet and I just…" he paused again and frowned.

"And...and you went somewhere and you're back and you're just so cool...and I just like, she's hot! And I never thought that you would be standing in front of the door as my new housekeeper."

"Are you drunk now?" I asked since he's telling me a story of his first time seeing me, again. and he nodded. Still looked sober actually but the way he talked was just so bubbly and cute.

"I think I am, cause you are sparkling right now." He said and chuckled again. Then his face turned serious again as he let out a heavy sighed, leaning back to his chair and he one arm on the backrest and another one still holding his beer, the fourth can.

"I think I'm going to cry," he said, and suddenly rubbed his eyes. I started to panic, he cries? "How am I going to help you, when I already make you having a hard time, by climbing a staircase every morning because I overslept?"

"Ayden, I think you should stop drinking."

"I should wake up earlier, every day, to pick you up, and held your hand and protect you from your fear in the elevator."

I just keep my mouth shut. So I make him worry about that too...I bite my bottom lips as he rubbed his eyes again. He let out another heavy sighed, smiling at me faintly.

"Ah, I'm going to have a bath. You should stay over tonight. And sleep in any room you want. Lock the door, or who knows what I would do to you. Just wear my clothes for tonight." he said, and stood up, leaving me alone with a sigh. He walked slowly, but for real, if he said he's not drunk, I would believe him right away because he didn't look like he's drunk at all. He's not even staggering.

Except for his overexcited speech and sudden mood swing, everything looks fine. I quickly cleaned up the table, washed the dishes and went to the laundry room, doing the undone tasks. I grabbed a towel and one of his shirts and went upstairs. I stop in front of his door and stick a sticky note saying that I'll be upstairs. I would rather sleep upstairs. Since I feel like it's such a waste if no one uses the upper level and I have to clean it every day or else it would be dusty so why not. And it has a better view of the sky. I locked the door as he told me to.

I took a quick shower and put on his shirt, it's huge. I already know it, but I always wonder why would a lean and fit man wear such a huge size? I glanced at his size, extra-large. I think mine is bigger? Since mine will be XXL?

I looked at myself in the mirror. Is it because this is men's clothing? Therefore it's bigger? I don't understand. Or is it because it's his clothes? It looks like a dress and the collar is so wide.

I walked to the huge windows and sat in front of it. I sat in the dark, letting the moonlight lit up the whole room.

I closed my eyes, focusing on the sound in the room. The silence slowly filled with the sound of my breath and slowly I could hear the clock ticking. I smirk. There is a clock here huh? It's such a faded sound, but enough to let me know that I'm getting better. But it still lets me know that I'm alone. I can hear a faint sound from outside too. Ambulance? Sounds like there's some emergency's going on out there.

Ayden's worry about me...because I have to climb up the stairs every day. I thought he didn't care about that, but he just kept his worries inside and feeling guilty because he was overslept, huh? This mean, I need to try using the elevator too.

I opened my eyes, looking at both of my wrists.

"I can do it," I muttered and slightly touched my stomach. The loneliness...it's getting bigger as if the hole inside my heart is getting bigger day by day. As if it was bleeding non stop and spreading through my body, my mind, my emotion.

"I'll be fine." I looked up again, looking at the light from the different buildings. Yes, I'll be fine. I will be.