"Aww come on, Mr Wilson, err Chris. You make a very handsome and dreamy llama."
He looked at me innocently. His expression said, 'Really? Am I handsome llama?' he believed me and felt good about himself on the inside.
Aww so cute, I thought to myself.
On our way back, I saw an ice cream shop, and I had to get some ice cream. Come on, it's ice cream. So I asked Mr Wilson to stop and like his usual self, he did not. So I used my trump card, "Mr Wilson, I heard that the strawberry ice cream over here is quite famous. It would be a pity if we were to miss out on it."
Like a cute puppy, his ears perked up. He looked at me suspiciously before pulling over. I guess he figured out that I always use the 'strawberry card' on him to get things done. Meh, it's effective, so I use it.
I got mint chocolate chip and Mr Wilson got his most awaited strawberry. We sat opposite to each other beside a window. I ate slower than him. He literally gulped it down like its water. I have no problem with him eating faster; I have a problem with what's happening after. He just stared at me while I ate and this made me too self conscious, I could not enjoy my ice cream like I usually would.
"Chris, why are you staring at me?" I asked as politely as possible, if he was someone else I'd be like, 'can you not?' or 'do you mind?'
He kept staring at me and did not reply. Is he alive, did he go into ice cream coma? "Hello? Anyone home?" I waved my hand in front of him and he was brought back to his senses. So he did not stare at me? He was lost in thought?
"Ahem, yes Ms- I mean Luna." He said while readjusting his posture.
"Oh, we're on a first name basis, I see. Anyway, what were you thinking about?" I asked.
'You' he thought to himself. His ears started turning red. Well, I'm no mind reader, but if I was, I would have blushed. I thought he had a fever, so I placed the back of my hand near his cheek to check his temperature.
'Whoops! Did I just stuff him too much ice cream for my own benefit? Did I make him sick?' The only thing I was concerned about was not him getting sick, but him getting sick of strawberry, I may seem shallow but if he does get sick of it, I just lost my trump card.
Chris flinched when I placed my hand on his cheek, but he came closer on his own a second later.
"Well, you don't have a temperature, so that's good. So.... do you want another cup?" Please say yes, I thought to myself. I was about to retract my hand.
"No, I'm okay." He replied. He caught hold of my hand before I could take it back. He placed it back on his cheek.
"!!!" What is happening? No, really. My mind is blanked out because of shock and quite possibly I felt shy.
"Are you okay? Luna? You're turning awfully red." Chris asked genuinely. Is he not aware of what he's doing right now? What the hell?
"Uhhhhhhhhhh...I'm not red, you're red!" And with that I pulled my hand out of his.
He looked at his empty hand and frowned. He closed it and opened it as if he felt something was missing. He pouted and glared at me.
No, seriously, what's happening right now?
"Luna, since there is still time before the ball, let's go see a movie." He 'ordered' because I did not have a say in it. He got up and walked towards the car. I am not exactly sure about what's happening but I am sure about one thing, Chris is throwing a tantrum. But why? Why is he behaving so differently? He is not like his usual self.
Meanwhile, Chris sat in the driver's seat and took deep breaths. His heart is beating fast. He felt like he was caught red-handed and because of that he was startled. He leaned on the steering wheel to cover his face.
'What did I just do? It's Luna! I'm her superior. This is very embarrassing. I hope she ignores what happened." He grunted and ruffled his hair.
I got into the front seat and looked at him. His hair looked extremely messy. For an OCD person like himself, having messy hair would absolutely ruin his day and he would blame for not telling him.
He would be like, 'Its all your fault that I had bad hair which led to a bad evening which led to a bad day, Ms Brown! So I will cut your pay!' (is this even allowed legally? Can I sue him?)
Yeah, I don't need to hear Chris complaining about his rich people problems. (I was broke for so long that I forgot I was an heiress LOL don't judge me)
I leaned over and ran my fingers through his hair. It just did not go back to normal, and also I might have made it worse. Now, I was frustrated, I got up and moved closer while I fixed his hair. It was just not staying! It kept popping up like a spring (or like my problems *cries*).
Chris who wanted to hide his face was now stuck in a very uncomfortable position while I was making a mess out of his hair. He was obviously startled by my sudden actions. Hey, don't blame me for taking precautions. So yeah, his hair was unfixable, I got so frustrated that I wanted to take a scissor and snip all his hair off.
Chris kept moving away because, well, he was completely embarrassed. He was so red that his head might just pop. But I did not care.
'Why won't you stay! STAY!!!' Okay, enough is enough. I took a mini comb out of my handbag. Yeah, I carry mini combs in my handbag, any problem? And I pulled his hair with it! It was satisfying because finally, it stayed in place.
I smiled to myself and sighed deeply in content. Yes, it's perfect now. I dusted my hands and put that comb away. I was waiting for him to drive, but he just looked at me with wide eyes like an owl.
"What are you waiting for? Drive already! I just found the nearest movie theatre and found this very cool movie with a four-star rating. If you drive now, we can make it in time." (A/N: remember those days when it was okay to go to movie theatres? Good times, good times *bawling continuously*)
After I blabbed all kinds of things I realised that by correcting his hairstyle I might have overstepped my boundary. The devil: Might have? You totally did, you lusty woman.
Hey! I am not lusty, maybe OCD or annoyed by his messy hair, but not lusty. If anyone is lusty, it's you!
The Devil: I am you! (Well, you got me here *shrugs*)
Anyway, I changed his usual prim and proper hairstyle to something more relaxed and casual.
Chris finally stopped looking at me in surprise, and started the car. His heart was racing, and this definitely affected his driving. How do I know? Well, he was going over the speed limit by a lot. And by a lot I mean to the point where I gripped my seat like my life depended on it.
Where the hell are the police and why are you guys not catching this freak! Ahhhhhhhh! God save me! Please make Chris sane again!
OH MY GOD! IS THAT A TREE! MR WILSON!!!
Like I said, after spending time with Chris Wilson, I have become a more religious person. Ahem!
After parking the car, I 'tried' to get down. I just could not move my legs, they felt like they were jelly. My feet were extremely wobbly, I could not stand still.
Mr Wilson, who probably felt guilty after endangering my life, came to my side and helped me.
As I was about to fall, he held me. I gripped his shoulder so tight that I suspect I blocked his blood flow. You may think, awww, he's helping her. Oh please, after his 'racing game' he should take responsibility for my upset stomach and wobbly feet.
After I could walk again, I let go of his shoulder, I could feel him sigh in relief because he could feel his arm again, but that did not last long. I grabbed him by the collar and yelled, "What were you thinking?! We almost hit a tree! A tree!"
He carefully made me remove my hands from his collar and he said, "No, I was looking at the road, there was no tree." He adjusted his shirt while looking at me.
If that was not a tree then.....did we almost hit a person?! My soul almost left my body 'I can't take this any longer'.
"CHRIS WILSON, I am never getting in the car if you are the one to drive. This is my promise to you and to myself."
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"What happened to you? You look very....pale?" Luke said to Bob, who looked like he fought with death and won.
"Mr Smith, why is that every time you give me tasks, something unexpected happens?"
"What do you mean? Country G has the safest roads, and also great mining locations. The deal went better than expected. Oasis can have a few months of stability, but I still have to talk to those investors." Luke sighed to himself.
"Oh good, while you go talk to people and give me stupid errands, I'll get run over by a car!" Bob's sudden outburst startled Luke.
"What do you mean?"
"Some pyscho almost hit me! This near death experience gave me some enlightenment. I QUIT Mr Smith, I understand that if I'm with you, I will stay single for the rest of my life. Ugh, I really need a girlfriend." Bob took off his tie and threw it at Luke.
"Hey! Don't leave! I'll pay extra!" Luke yelled at Bob who was walking away.
Bob did a full 180 and took his tie back, "Sir, there is an important meeting scheduled at 7 p.m today and then....."
I totally get you, Bob, poor him.