"That was quite a commotion you caused back there, Dojin. Mind if I have a cig?
I raised my eyebrow suspiciously; this was the man I did not know at the funeral.
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"Who the hell are you?" I asked, slightly nervous but mainly suspicious. I wasn't quite sure why I was putting a guard up. It just felt right to do so.
"Hey, relax.. relax. My name is Alexandre Leonora. Quite a long name, had trouble spelling it when I was younger."
"I think i'll just call you Alex."
"Right."
I think the silence got louder after that conversation. I exhaled the smoke from my mouth and almost coughed from the sour taste of the cigarette, even though I should've gotten used to it by now. After one more minute, the silence broke and Alex began talking to me again.
"So.. can I have one?"
I raised my eyebrows quickly, realizing I had forgotten to give him one. I looked down at my box and realized I only had one left; would it be wise to give him the last one? Or would I smoke the last one? After a few seconds I just sighed and tossed him one. (only because I treated him rudely before.) "Better not waste it."
"Don't worry, I wont. Especially after seeing how its the last one you got."
Another super awkward loud silence. After glancing one more look at the man besides me smoking his cigarette happily, I stood up and started to walk away. Too bad I parked my car far away, if I didn't I wouldn't have had more time to think. Without the music blasting on the radio as I focus on the name of the streets while driving my car, I could basically be thinking about anything. Whether it be sad, happy, cute, or sometimes, erotic. That doesn't happen too much though; especially right now after a funeral. (that I ran away from..) Anyways, I don't think Haneul's family will love me any longer after that. Not that I really cared since I wasn't close to his family; it just left a bad aftertaste on my tongue.
*psss..*
What the hell was that? I looked behind me and saw Alex pressing his cigarette against my suit. A small snicker came out of that mouth of his, following with a huge grin. "Sorry, just an accident."
Ah shit, how annoying. What was he? A kid in an adult body? I turned my whole body and although I could not look down on him (for he was taller than me,) I did give him a death glare. What type of person thinks its normal to destroy someone else's clothes on purpose? Plus, this suit cost me a whole lot of money. I just know he'll get karma soon.
"Just an accident? Do you think im stupid? You're grinning like a godamn fool." I furrowed my eyebrows once I saw him look away, like he wasn't paying attention. I raised my voice a little. "Why would you do that?"
He gave me a look that looked sneaky almost, but he insisted on talking more. "I knew it, you are stupid. Obviously, I wanna clean your clothes and get closer to you. Maybe friends even? Or how about lovers?" I saw the cig on the sidewalk and picked it up.
"Y'know its not good to litter. I'm not gay either."
"It was a joke."
"How am I supposed to know?"
He put his hand on my shoulder and rubbed it softly. he nodded his head down to the right of me, his dark brown hair that almost looked black now hitting the side of my ear. "Isn't this exciting? Getting to know a new person?"
I pushed him away, my ears now a bright red, as my head rang with his whispering voice and soft hair hitting my ear. "Do you always do this with every stranger you don't know? Fucking pervert." I tried to leave, but he grabbed my wrist so tight I thought it would leave a mark. "Ugh--"
"Dojin. Give me your jacket, and your phone number too. Ill need to wash your clothes and I need to be able to return it as well." He scratched the back of his neck. "Are you gonna give me your .. jacket and phone number?"
I pinched in between my eyebrows and just decided to go easy on him. I've had quite a rough day and he must be having one too since he visited a funeral. I could hear the impatient tapping from his dress shoes coming from the sidewalk. I'm not gay (like I already stated) but he was quite handsome. Green eyes with dark black hair, broad shoulders with a muscular bod and a sharp jawline. His collared shirt and jacket + pants were as sharp as a knife. He smelled like the cheap cologne you'd get at Walmart though. 6'3 maybe? I was 6'0, and he was taller than me so, somewhere after 6'0. His skin was very pale, almost sickly, it was like he was a blank canvas. Mysterious but beautiful. He was like a model.
"Just this once, got it?" I took off my jacket and wrote on a napkin I had in my pocket. I passed the napkin to him and gave a slight fake smile, instantly running towards my car.
That was certainly a new experience.