"uh, Yamite Kudasai."
Erotic sounds fill Angel's headset.
She is earnestly watching hentai.
But not for the purpose you have in mind-no no!
Her eyes are focused on the moves on the actions.
The lines said by the characters.
She is observing, criticizing, and enjoying it as a writer.
Angel watches as a reference for the scene she is writing. While most writers prefer P*rn or just their imagination, Angel thinks that hentai is more fun-plus for some reason; she feels uncomfortable with p*rn.
Angel takes every scene in her novels seriously, so she is constantly looking for references, reading the best books, and watching the best movies- she continually looks for inputs, making her novels stand out.
All writers have their "secret of the trade" that they do not want to share with regular people- their own magic tricks that, once used, are to be kept back to its storage box locked with thousand locks, never to be seen again until another need arise.
Angel is totally unaware of the flustered man standing a half disturbed and half confused. He trying his best to look away, not only to the screen but also to the seductive woman wearing a white oversized cotton long sleeves, unbuttoned till the second button from the top, which made some portion of her chest peak a little. She has hair in a bun, and though she is wearing a thick anti-radiation glass and a serious gaze, her eyes are still gorgeous.
James admires how Angel is like a work of art right now, sitting in front of her computer where the sun slightly hits her face. Her skin was as fair as babies, eyes that are not so good at hiding her emotions and thoughts.
Sweat rolled down Angel's forehead; unconsciously, James tried to wipe it away smiling.
Their eyes met
The only thing you can hear is their loud heartbeat as Angel's face turns as red as a ripened tomato while her mind is on point-blank.
A whirlwind of emotions overcame her once she realized the situation she found herself in.
Startled and Confused, Angel tries to turn off the computer abruptly by pulling the power cord, and just as most awkward things happen altogether, she actually pulled the headset she decided to wear today since her AirPods are charging…
The sound filled the air.
"uh, Yamite Kudasai."
"uhh, uhh"
Angel's face is rushed by blood, and yet her brain seems to lack oxygen as she does not know what to do at this exact moment.
James, who seems to enjoy the show, took over. He calmly pressed and held the power button for 1.5 seconds, and Angel's humiliating problem was solved. He would have stayed there and enjoyed it more, but he can't be that selfish, he thinks to himself with a chuckle.
"You need to calm down," James said with a grin after turning off the computer, "It's normal. I mean, we all have needs," wink.
Angel was stunned. It seems James' words backfired not the way he wanted to.
"What the heck are you thinking?! I was just, hmm. You know I am a writer right and that…. That… Wait a damn minute! Why do I need to explain myself to you? Why are you here anyway trespassing on my place? Go out!"
James burst into laughter that he politely held on to since the commotion started because it is effortless to read Angel's reactions. She is pretending to be angry as she does not know what to do at that exact moment. For James, it is cute and hilarious at the same time.
Angel's eyes widened, followed by an involuntary movement of rising one of her eyebrows and crossing her hands in front of her chest, "tsk tsk."
Dialing 911
"Hello, 911. What's your emergency?" an operator answered the line.
James' laugh was gone instantly.
He flips the phone from Angel's hand and catches it in mid-air, then cancels the call.
Angel was astonished by how fast James' reflexes were, but she did not let him noticed it. She continues to be sultry to hide how embarrassed she is by the unfortunate turn of events.
"I'm sorry…." James is trying to break the wall of ice that Angel builds around her; however, she defensively looks at James in response.
"I mean, I know I shouldn't just barge in here, but it seems you forgot our schedule," He still continues to smile and trying to ease the tension between them.
Angel just nods, removes her hands over her chest, and asks, "Do you like some coffee?"
"Yes, please. Oh, by the way, I brought you something." James hands over a white paper bag that he has been carrying around since he came in.
Angel reluctantly receives the bag, "Thank you…" all sense of her awkwardness seemed evaporated in thin air when she saw what was inside.
"WOW! Blackforest! My favorite."
James' face is gleaming with satisfaction as the beautiful smile of the maiden in front of him is not showing itself again.
They walked towards the counter, where they almost kissed just the night before. James cannot help but recall that moment. Angel seemed to be reminded on that night as well as she shyly glanced with the handsome man following her, but he tried her best to make sure that James will not be able to notice the memory knocking in her mind, though her eyes are really not the best at hiding emotions.
They looked at each other and awkwardly laughed.
"By the way, I need to get something on my car."
"Sure, go ahead," Angel nodded. The moment she saw James' back worked as a sign of relief for her. For some reason, Angel felt hot, as evident to the reddish color of her face and the sweat that rolled down to her cheeks; it is a sunny day, but it is not that humid after all, so it wouldn't be the weather. She opened the windows while talking to herself,
"Are you crazy? What the heck is happening!" She whispered under her breath.
"I mean, I totally forgot about our meeting. Why would James need to come here and see that that is totally messed up? He might think I am some kind of a girl that … Ahh! Whatever, let's not think about it, arrgg!" while slightly hitting her head on the corner of the window.
"Angel? Are you okay?"
She froze. Slowly turned her back and faced the person who seemed to have seen all of her humiliating moments today.
"ha, ha, ha." Laughing awkwardly, Angel walked towards James and got the file he was handing over.
"What is this?"
"It's the file for the movie,"
"Thanks,"
"I will explain it to you a little later. I think we should enjoy this cake first," James said smiling.
It would be tough to miss James' good looks with that kind of smile. He looked elegant today, an effortless good looking style that matched perfectly.
Angel did not have the slightest hint of how hard this man tried his best to achieve that style. How he is utterly disappointed when she did not arrive even after waiting for two hours.
And most importantly, when most normal people would just give up waiting, James found himself standing in front of Angel's gate, carrying the reason that the file for the movie is due today, a black forest cake, and a strong desire to see her again.