Standing at the door of her house, I hesitated for the millionth time to press the bell. The apartment was on the second floor, the entrance of her apartment furnished with a few barren pots and a few green leaves.
Should I call her instead?
She would probably want to take her time to come out.
I should call her
It's cold out, so it will probably take more than a few minutes to pull on a coat
What am I going to do all that time
Just stand there and wait?
Nahhh
That'll be too awkward
Maybe I should call her to my car
Nope
With all the crazy tension between us these day, putting her and me in a confined space is definitely a no
Maybe I should invite her for a walk around the block
U know get our blood pumping
Physicall exercises are good to set the mood
Aren't they
I guess I remember reading it somewhere.
I stuffed my hands in the pockets of my black long coat, goosebumps appearing on my skin in reaction to contact with the cold fabric.
Smoke comes out of my mouth as I breathe out a long heavy breath feeling the andernaline kicking in.
Condensation. This fog was created because of the difference between the temperature of my breath and the temperature outside. The air in my lungs is warm and moist, but the air outside is very cold. Atleast that is what my science teacher told me when I told her my stomach is on fire on a field trip.
This fog. It perfectly explains the situation in my heart, when miss maple is looking at me. Straight in the eyes. All my senses seem to be burned alive, my eyes on fire. And then my eyes come in contact with the angel's. Cold, calming and comfortable. That's enough to make my vision blur and foggy . They hold them in place, the thundering beats of my heart I mean.
Later the sweat scent of her skin diffuses into my lungs conquering , any sense I had left functioning. With in the next seconds, her lips start to curve upwards, eyes narrowing, cheekbones on full display, neck slightly tilted to the left,her plump luscious peach lips stretched wide and far all over her face, enough to solidify at my exact same spot.
And as smoothly, my surname would roll out of her mouth attached with the title mister.
The way she says it, it ignites every muscle fibre in my body.
That's how I remembered falling for her.
Dialing her number, I pressed the device to my ear. Within the 4th ring, she picked up.
"Mr Kim?"
" what are you doing right now"
"recovering from some well deserved shock"
A chuckle escaped my throat. So she remembered.
"and may I ask, about your plans after?"
"oh sure, I was just umm going to write this really long farewell message, but I had been fiddling with the words. U know I really hate these kind of things"
"oh really, for who, if you don't mind me asking?"
" for my rockstar"
"but you already said goodbye to me"
" not to my client, I didn't"
"what about doing it face to face, u can just wing it"
"umm... What"
" I'm outside your house, wanna go for a walk"
"a walk?"
"a walk", I repeated
"but that'll be inappropriate Mr Kim", she joked
" ouch, I think I am having another panic attack doc huryyyy"
"omg, I'll be right there, hehehehehe "
She claimed down the stairs, wearing her usual brown fur coat over some teel silk pajamas, her hair in a messy bun, a few strands randomly pulled. She was wearing these big round glasses which was unusual.
" glasses? ", I asked as she reached to the end of the stair case.
" I know I look nomadic, trust me work has just been too hectic"
Tucking a strand of her slightly curled hair behind her ear I said, " u look beautiful".
She really did. Stunning in my eyes. The teel complement her fair smooth skin perfectly and the silk had me gasping for breath.
"u pass", she said nodding.
"let's go"