Looking back at me is a pair of grey eyes. Shiny, sparkly, and as cold as it should look, it just feels very calm. These eyes are the ones that have been filling my dreams with pale after rain fragrance and have turned my nightmares or dreamless nights with pure serenity, the kind that can't be put into words but just felt. It's like an Egyptian blue ball that once you keep watching and watching you'd see the velvety silver light evolving out and devouring the blue in its silky grey. His eyes have left me spellbound and no matter how hard I try to turn my eyes off them, I just can't. These are those same ash mauve eyes that seem like the gushing silver water sprouting from mountains with a tint of blue. His eyes are just too good to be true. He strengthens me straight on the ground and takes a step back. He's wearing a casual black hoodie, his Brown hair covered with the hoodie, peeking out of his head cover into beach waves outside just above his eyebrows. I am still looking at him, unable to take my eyes off him.
"You're alright?"
"Yeah", I say in a daze. He is really stare-worthy. I bite my lower lip and dig my nails into my palms to stop looking so creepy as to gawk at him like a hawk.
"I'm sorry, again. You're alright?", I say trying to look normal as if his charms had just not caught me enchanted. He shakes his head and points at my feet. I look down to where he was looking but everything seems alright. I'm just wearing my usual t-shirt and shorts and my shorts aren't too short. Is he kinda religious?
"Is anything wrong with me?", I asked still looking if somewhere I look weird or something.
"Your feet…", he points at my left foot. I look at my feet to find that it's bleeding. I cut myself with the stone on the ground. I stepped on it no matter what and I don't even feel it. But now that I see it, it's hurting.
He steps closer to me and I almost freak out by his proximity and jump back almost tripping over once again and I quickly grab on his hoodie headcover to steady myself. He yelps in surprise and pain because I might have pulled his hair or two... Gosh, why am I like this?
"Sorry, sorry, sorry, I'm so sorry", I apologize and try to steady myself on the ground but my hands are still clutching his hoodie and he draws one hand around my back. I have never been this embarrassed in my life. I slowly get my feet off that damned stone and push it away. I let go of his hoodie except as I let go of him his feet rolls around the same stupid stone, and everything happens in slow motion. I see the surprise in his face as he realizes he's about to fall and the fear in my face as I realize his face slowly inches towards me, he grabs on my arms and turns me over the opposite side of the porch, launching himself to the porch of my apartment door with me landing on his lap. My hands are on either side of his shoulders and I am almost sitting on his right thigh. My face is just a few inches from his face. I wanna die. I want the ground beneath me to slide open and swallow me in it. I cannot live with this extreme sort of embarrassment. My cheeks warm up with fear and embarrassment and a shiver storms down my spine. His eyes are locked on mine, except mine is showing fear while he's are indescribable. I don't understand the look of serenity and calmness on his face. Bruh, why do I keep getting myself embarrassed? He hates me. I blink and quickly gather my sanity and fumble away from him taking a sit on the porch beside him. I should Stop getting myself getting embarrassed anymore! Good point, brain cells as if I don't know that already! I suddenly feel like I'm cold and shiver with fear and guilt. I can't face him. I just can't. I'm looking to my right facing him away. God knows what, maybe he's cursing me under his breath. I slowly face in his direction and mutter a sorry. He's already looking at me. Suddenly, he starts laughing. Seeing him laugh makes me smile too.
"I'm so sorry, that was really embarrassing", I say.
"It was. I'm sorry too. It was so dramatic", he says smiling, "And I'm embarrassed too".
"You have an accent, where are you from?", I ask curiously.
"From England. I came to visit and now I'm stuck due to covid," he's so nice. Not mad about whatever I just did. He fell over because of me.
"Oh, that sucks. You're stuck here. Are you hurt though...you fell on the ground".
"Nah I kinda like it in here. I'm fine I had shoes on, you didn't. Are you alright? Your foot was bleeding...", he asks politely. He's so nice dude.
"I'll be fine. It doesn't hurt", I say nervously. Who would have thought after falling from rolling stones I would be stuck talking to a stranger I barely know, that too a nice and cute one who I basically left on the ground the other night?
He fishes out a flowery printed handkerchief out of his hoodie pocket and held out his hand to me.
"Oh no, it's fine I am gonna go inside and clean the would", I tell him and try to stand when my leg meets a terrible strain and the pain shoots through my spinal cord making me weak to my toes and I fall back on the ground. The pain is excruciating so I try to crawl back but the nerve twist inside my flesh and I can't move anymore. I forgot to wear my shoes outside and the pebble has cut through my skin by the tiny toe and it's bleeding. Good one! why did I have to damn walk outside for nothing? I try to struggle back when he simply inches in closer to me and grabs my foot and presses the handkerchief near my toe gently. Might as well name me Embarrassment. His eyes meet mine and suddenly all the blood rushes in my face warming my cheeks in the cold weather.
"Stay still, okay, it's not gonna hurt", he says calmly as he gently holds the handkerchief still on my feet. I nod obediently. I keep staring at him as he dabs the fabric on my skin. I feel a weird kind of comfort, for a stranger whom I don't know and is now holding my feet, I've never seen him near the WIN Society Apartments and now he's tending my wound and I'm not even uncomfortable, and practically not even enquiring about him whereas I would have straight up start beating or screaming if someone remotely was half as close to me as him. He has short wavy hair, that is brown. he has a lip piercing and ear-piercing on his left ear. He's taller, maybe 6 feet, and white. Course he isn't Bangladeshi.
Ouch! I breathe in a sharp breath as he dabs the last of the blood from my foot and it pricks.
"I'm sorry", he says and then blows his cold breath on my skin. it feels ticklish on my skin and I laugh lightly trying to control it.
"It's okay it doesn't hurt that back", I move my feet from his warm hands as he hands me the handkerchief and sits beside me on the porch.
"Thank you so much for helping me. You're the guy I saw the other day...in black Panjabi, right?", I ask smiling.
"So you're the girl who ran away pushing me to the ground?", he says smiling and guess what, he got two canine teeth on the sides that peek outside when he smiles, and it's adorable.
"I'm sorry for that day, my cousin pulled me with her and we ran...cause we're like scared...sorry", I say fumbling my fingers unable to put my thoughts into perfect words and smiling guiltily. I'm not at all good with face-to-face conversations. Not at all. that's why I prefer texting over anything. I'm feeling embarrassed all over again. Am I capable of feeling anything else?
"It's fine I get it. Any other girl would do it too", he says shaking his hands and shrugging. He is so nice and so good. I feel so happy, I don't know why.
"You know they wouldn't", I reply back, my lips turning to a shy smile as I look at him guiltily.
"Maybe", he says and grins cutely. What's with his smile and my stomach forming in knots?
"You have a beautiful smile...", he says looking at me and I flush as I feel my cheeks warming up again. My stomach feels ticklish and I smile even more almost laughing out of nervousness. "and a beautiful voice too".