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"Senorita"
I felt his fingers trace my arms, and lay still on my palm.
I flinched instantly, like a reflex action and pulled back.
"Sorry"
I wasn't ready for this.
When Ethan told he would set up a blind date for my boring life, this wasn't what I fancied. I needed street food, a walk across the street and cracking jokes in a bus stop. After having made those things very clear on a Tinder website and blocking hundreds of perverts, I had landed here in an expensive restuarent with a man who couldnt' stop speaking about his business and....lobsters.
"I love the look of them. I really do"
He touched the leg of it and waved it in the air, making me want to puke.
"No.."
I shook my head just as he gave me a glance.
He looked American, shaved and smart for a twenty eight year old. Smiling consistently so his hollow cheekbones didn't show how underweight he looked, with braces and a small nose, he looked like a baby from afar. Dressed in jumpers, he confirmed my suspicions.
Until he pulled out a flower and gave it to me.
I took it, forcing a smile.
My mind still ran around strawberries and cigarettes, beneath a banyan tree, hopes of a broken romance mending itself walked into my thoughts as he went on and on about the lobster.
And before I realised, his plate was empty and mine untouched.
"It was a lovely date!"
I nodded, averting gaze and stood up to wash.
The bathroom mirror was large and expanded like the vast sea gushing against its shore, outside. The only appreciable thing about this date was he chose a resort close to the waters, where any overlook would mean disgracing the beaches.
Holding hands and walking on the sand, collecting sea shells and playing with hands around each other.
The memories hit my chest with a heat I burned in tears.
I washed my face as someone walked inside the washroom and made my exit.
He had paid the bill and was outside, arguing with the security on parking issues.
I saw an icecream box and dug my hands into a vanilla flavour.
It was the only delicacy which could enlighten my day now.
Like a shadow, I felt a lurking presence behind me.
It cupped my entirety, and sucked all the breath out of my lungs. Somebody was watching my back, like a prowling predator, a wolf in the dark.
Shivers ran through my spine as I made the p*****t and rushed outside.
"Greg..let's go"
He was still grumblng like an old hag when the guard pushed past him and shouted.
"You woman, teach this man some manners"
"Oh absolutely"
I pulled his arm, making it our first contact ever and ran for his car.
"Let's go..."
"I wanna smack that guy some sen-
"GREG"
My jaw clenched.
This bitter feeling was consuming me bit by bit.
First, favoring stupid Ethan.
And now, having a jerk of a face not take me home, while I am uncomfortable and being stalked by my head...since nobody seemed to be around.
I was going crazy and this man was responsible for it.
Not wholly, but a part of it.
"Let's go"
His brows crossed in a V line. Before the chauvinistic ego clashed across his face of being told off by a woman, I unlocked the car and jumped inside.
He better take me or home or wait till his ego was done.
Because the eight o clock moon gave no sights of a safe cab or bus around.
These fancy restaurents were always in a non accessible area for the VIPs, which wasn't just me.
"Greg pleasee"
I pleaded, my eyes starting to sting.
He left a deep exhale, before getting in and driving us off.
Though my eyes were on the road, I felt the haunting shadow die down, slowily and stealthily.
Like a wound healing.
And I dozed off.
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