I keep eye contact and crack a smile unknowingly. To my surprise, he does too. I can't help but to start laughing, out of the blue, Andrew starts to chuckle, but then it turns into a deep laugh which makes me pause for a bit to stare at him in awe.
I continue to stare until he stops laughing, I break my stare at him by awkwardly chuckling.
"Wow, I think you broke the both of them," Andrew says, following me into the empty elevator of the apartment building.
"Well, I really hate smokers," I say truthfully.
"Me too, but I honestly can't believe you were able to intimidate them like that," Andrew says with a light laugh, walking into the apartment building with me by his side. "Those two officers you just frightened are training to be detectives."
"Wait seriously?" I ask, obviously surprised.
"Yes seriously, but I think I should rethink my decision about them being detectives in the future hah, I mean, if a lady can intimidate them, how far will they go with criminals doing the same action," Andrew says with a smile.
"No need to, I think they'd make great detectives . . . I mean, I may not know how these things work, but I think they just probably need to work on some stuff if they're going to be interrogating criminals."
"Mhm," Andrew nods.
"So . . . you can speak Spanish?" He says, looking straight into my eyes.
"Yeah, I did learn it in Middle School," I say, breaking eye contact with him.
"Well, what did you say to them? I wouldn't know, I know Italian and French but not Spanish," Andrew says casually, turning his head to look at the elevator doors.
Woah, I did not expect that . . . holy sh*t! Okay I may be overreacting like always, but still . . . I've never met anyone who spoke two sexy languages.
"Oh that's nice, I always wanted to learn French, but I guess I didn't have enough time to learn," I say, walking out of the elevator and getting my keys out of my purse.
"Oh yea, go ahead and translate what I said to the future detectives," I finish with a grin.
Andrew pauses for a bit, then smiles and lets out a huff, "Well, okay then."
Damn how cute is that smile-
I stop in front of my apartment door and Andrew stops too.
"Well . . . it was nice meeting you Andy," I say with a smile while waving goodbye to Andrew.
He looks surprised for a moment, I think I can see a little blush which confuses me but I quickly brush it off and open the door to my apartment.
"You too Rosie, see you around," He says, and soon walks away.
Did I just call him Andy? Did he just call me Rosie? Sh*t! How did I just realize-
He called me Rosie, and I called him Andy . . . What the hell is wrong with me!
I'm not that close with him to be calling him by his nickname, even if he told me I could call him Andy, It feels weird-
Then again, he called me Rosie without me really knowing, but still. . . no wonder he was Blushing when I called him Andy. Gosh, This is so embarrassing.
Now that I think of it, did he just say "see you around?" What's that supposed to mean- Does he have feelings for me?
I guess I will be seeing him around since we live close to each other . . . why do I take things so weirdly?
…
Screw it, I'm going to go crazy.
I barely know this man, and to top it off . . . I crashed into his car . . . DAMMIT! I'm acting like a crazy love drunk teenager right now!
I mean yeah I guess I have the right to act like this . . . it's been a few years since I dated an actually nice guy . . . a guy like Andrew.
Hold on. I gotta stop myself, Okay Rose. All you know about Andrew is that he's the chief of police, he has nice ocean blue eyes . . . nice broad and muscular figure, cute caramel colored hair . . . his voice is so dreamy-
Lord, how did I get here.
"Dammit," I mumble to myself, my hand running through my hair. My little puppy came running towards me and circled around my feet while panting and letting out a cute squeaky bark.
"Awh Chewie, did you miss me?" I asked, walking towards the couch before collapsing with an energetic Chewie on my lap.
"Oh jeez Chewie, I have so much to tell you today," I told Chewie while he tilted his fluffy head at me and sat down beside me.
I took the chance to vent about Andrew the super handsome guy to Chewie. I could tell Chewie was kind of jealous or more annoyed when he heard the words 'Andrew, hot, handsome'.
I couldn't help but giggle at the thought of me going out with Andrew. As crazy as it was, I just couldn't stop thinking about him until I went to bed.
Right before I was dozing off, a thought hit me, a stupid, annoying, crazy thought . . . Am I falling in love with a guy I just crashed my car into?
I can't even think straight anymore, my mind is so full with this Andrew guy. Why is it now that I'm acting like a love drunk teenager?
I wasn't like this with Mateo so just why world- ugh. Maybe I just think he's cute . . . handsome . . . hot- okay let's not go there right now, I still have to tell Hana and Bea about this matter.
Not now though . . . because I'm still trying to daydream about Andrew.