'Ｉ ａｌｒｅａｄｙ expected that this would be hard but damn I never thought it is really that very hard. My brain could only process the thank you.'
Bryson complained while watching the intructional video Daisy gave to him three days ago. It's weekend now and they were at her place taking their first ever one on one session of Bryson's class of learning the basic sign language. Daisy snickered to herself just by thinking that she's basically like his tutor.
Before they started, she showed to Bryson how to signed the english alphabets using the hands. Fortunately, he was a quick learned and easily learned everything after a few tries.
'You'll eventually learn and use to it. How about you ask some basic words and I'll show you how to sign it?' She typed on her phone and showed it to Bryson.
Both of them were sitting oppositely on the dining chair with her laptop and a few papers and notes scattered all over the top of the round dining table. She's wearing a plain brown loose shirt with a 'risk taker' printed on it and a black sweatpants, her hair is fixed in a braid and a reading glass sitting on top of her nose bridge. Bryson just wore his casual attire of black shirt that basically made his biceps and triceps prominent and paired it with faded jeans. Daisy refrained herself from checking out the guy, its kind of rude and Bryson will probably called her out for it.
The guy run his big hand through his hair and licked his bottom pouty lip whilst furrowing his eyebrows and watching the video intently.
'Fine. I'll just watch it at home.' The guy set aside the laptop to fully focus his attention at her.
'Hmm. . . How do you sign the basic greetings such as good morning and so on?'
Daisy showed first the sign language for good morning which Bryson copied the actions, when she saw that he was following correctly, she moved on to good afternoon, good evening, and included the goodnight.
'Wow you make it effortless. Your movements were fluid and graceful. How did you even do that?' Daisy tried so hard to keep her feelings at bay because of the guy's compliment. Is he supposed to study or what?
'You'll learn how to do it if you just FOCUS very hard.' Daisy highlighted and caps-lock the word she was trying to insinuate that just make Bryson laughed after reading it.
'Right. I'm sorry I'd get distracted easily especially if my teacher is sent from heaven.' The guy chaffed to her which she returned with a glare through her glasses. Bryson raised his hands up in surrender as he tried to contained the mirth in his handsome face.
'Sorry. Focus. Yeah Focus. So, how about, you're so beautiful I really want to date you?'
Daisy immediately conducted the sign language and wait for Bryson to process it in his distracted brain. He's like a kid in a kindergarten learning the alphabet. She find it cute and just purely flattering considering that a guy like Bryson was supposed to have a 'fun' weekend hanging out or chilling with his friends but instead, he chose to come over and study the basic sign language, there's nothing even fun doing it, Bryson was probably bored to death by now just doesn't want to say it directly in her face— though his goofiness and additional teasing cover-up all of her insecurities and doubtful thoughts. Hope he's somewhat enjoying himself like she is.
'A guy like Bryson is hard to find nowadays.'
Her mom's voice echoed in her head and just by looking at Bryson's serious face with his stiffed body movements, she could truly see why her mother said those words. Bryson was like a pandora's box, arduously, full of mystery but still, you can't help but to feel intrigued and absorbed because it's worth the challenged when you finally get a sight what's inside.
'Ok I got it now. Am I doing right? Or Am I just plainly looked like a guy being shot with the taser gun?'
Daisy chuckled and slightly shook her head because of the unnecessary thoughts. And here she was just reminding Bryson earlier to focus when she couldn't even do that to herself. The guy repeated the action and she just nodded her head in agreement after seeing that he was doing it correctly.
'I only knew how to signed like 5 things but, I could barely make to the end.'
'Why? Are you going to quit now? I didn't know you could easily give up Bry.'
'Hell no! I'm not a quitter just trying to point out my. . . forget it. Let's just continue.' Daisy giggled in amusement because of the guy's defeated face, though its kind of cruel since Bryson was obviously struggling trying to store in his brain all of the new informations and knowledges he just learned just an hour by now. She remembered having the same fate when her tutor teached her for the first time.
'How do you signed the. . . would you please go out with me?' The looked that Bryson was giving to her now are full of mischief, it makes her eyes formed into slit. The guy just stared at her with a smirk that really made her heart went ballistic. Nonetheless, Daisy showed the exact same signed before crossing her arms over her chest. Most of Bryson's questions were referring about only one topic. Is he asking someone out? Then why did he want to do it in sign language? Is there another person that is like her? How infuriating.
'Why are you looking at me like that?'
Sure, Daisy really wanted to teach Bryson about the other way to communicate with her but, if his reasons were because of some other female specimen then, she was already losing the will. Wait, why did it even affected her anyway if Bryson end up going out with some other girl? So what? They're not into romantic relationship. Just friends. Yeah, just. . . friends.
'C'mon. Are you seriously giving me that 'I-know-you-did-something-wrong-but-I-won't-breathe-a-single-words-so-just-lose -your-shit-thinking-about-it looked.'
Daisy rolled her eyes internally but let the poor guy free from his own misery and typed her reply.
'I'm not looking at you that way. Where did you even get that? Let's just continue. We still have a long way to go. You're just in the beginner's stage.'
'What!? Seriously? How many stages are there?'
'Too many. Are we going to continue or not?' Bryson run his hands over his brown locks and dropped her phone on the table before nodding his head.
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They continued their lesson for the last two hours, the guy continuously throws some words or sentences that she collectedly translated into sign language. The time hit 11AM and Bryson's stomach started to growled, presumably because of their non-stop lesson and of course, most of his energy took his brain just by inputting all the data he just learned.
'That's it for now. We'll continue it another time. Do you want to take lunch here? I'm cooking.' Daisy slide her phone in front of Bryson on top of the table where he was currently watching again the video after he couldn't think of any questions anymore. The guy's serious expression changed into something like a kid playing at the playground.
'Do you really have to asked that? Of course I'm having lunch here. In fact, I'd like to spend my whole day with you.'
The feelings she was trying so hard to hide from showing up finally broke into a heartily smile. She was probably looked like an idiot right now but she don't really care, its hard not to be happy just by hearing those words coming from the person that became very special to her.
Bryson's admittance brought her something she didn't feel before. A while ago, she was just wallowing, thinking about the probability of Bryson's asking someone out on a date, and now all of that dissolved into thin air.
'You're so fucking beautiful when you smile like that.' Bryson suddenly commented. Looking at her with such intense eyes.
How is it that every time the guy dropped random words like that made her cheeks heat up, you could practically cooked on it, if that is even possible. But, how?
'Yea. Even better when you blush.' Bryson's gazed at her was so piercing like he's trying to drown her into the very deepest part of his own ocean inside his eyes.
Daisy can't no longer take the embarrassment so she just stood up abruptly and walked over to her fridge to busied herself looking for some ingredients for their lunch. Bryson's laughed bounced off at every corner of her kitchen and she pressed herself furthermore inside the fridge. Could he just stop? I'm trying to keep my composure here. Daisy thought while eyeing her potential meal for that day.
'What are you going to cook by the way? Do you want me to help you? Even if I'm not looked like it but, truthfully I can fix something up.'
Daisy opened the freezer and grabbed the chicken and about to put it on the sink but, jumped when she turned around and came face to face with Bryson's broad and muscular body. He's so close it take her breathe away and how did he move soundlessly from his previous position like some kind of a ninja she saw in the movie.
'Lemme take that. I'll be the one cooking our lunch, treat it as my way of thanking you for teaching me. Is Chicken Alfredo fine with you?' The vibration in Bryson's voice reverberated against her whole body because of their close proximity and when he leaned down to take the chicken in her hands, she almost passed out due to the lack of oxygen.
The musky scent of Bryson a combination of mint and aftershave attacked her nostrils like its building a camp and not having any plan of living anytime soon. Seriously, what is happening to her? It's so very unladylike and if her mom saw her acting like this, she will most likely get a punishment.
'Hey shorty. Are you alright?' Daisy steps back even though there was nothing really available space behind her not unless she wanted the fridge swallowed her whole. How she wish for that to happen just to escape the predicament she was in.
'You'd gone still all of a sudden. Let me just cook our lunch. I can handle it. You just rest now, I know you're spent because of our session.'
Bryson's free hand caressed the top of her head before finally turning his back on her to put the chicken on the sink and run the water to clean it. After regaining her self-composure, Daisy grabbed the remaining ingredients inside the fridge and put it all on the counter before following Bryson's words. She just decided to clean the messed up on her dining table and organize all the papers and notes in her binder then place it on her coffee table in her living room together with her laptop and hopefully will go back at the kitchen with a stoic face. Daisy just only wished Bryson didn't noticed her strange behavior.
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