It's August, a Rainy month of the year. The month in which couple enjoys each other's company by sitting at their balcony holding the cup of tea while singles like me just wait for the right time to get the right person well actually that's not very true because singles like me also sit at their balcony and enjoy the rain by holding a cup of tea while imagining their imaginary partner with them. Yeah! It's me, a crazy but cute girl who just completed her high school and desperate to start her university Life. I'm just a common girl but a unique one off course because I don't like to do makeup like other girls, I don't like to do fashion I don't even have an attitude like other girls I'm a girl who doesn't like to study that much but still manage to get good grades, who read novels because she wanted to be a writer but don't have writing skills.
But today, finally; I decided to write something while sitting at the café with the love of my life; don't get me wrong I'm not dating anyone and who would date a girl like me who doesn't even like girlish things, I was talking about tea off course, only thing singles love the most to accompany them. I started writing something and almost wrote one chapter of my story and suddenly café's doorbell rings and a handsome guy enters from there. I suddenly stopped writing while looking at him because he is non-other than my childhood sweetheart, well I can't say childhood sweetheart because we met in middle school first time but still, we were kids back then. He is very handsome, cool, dashing with black hair and a little Beard which makes him more hot;he is wearing black shirt with black pant right now, and it feels like that black is the color made for him. It's not like I'm falling for him, but I like giving compliments when he looks handsome. He comes towards me and sit beside me.
"What are you doing here Alessia?" he asks.
I don't know what to tell him, I just shut my laptop in front of him because I don't want to tell anyone that I'm trying to write even if my writing skills aren't good. He would make fun of me if I tell him I'm writing my novel so what should I answer him.
"Nothing, I'm doing nothing", I say.
I was nervous while saying these words, and he might have noticed me too.
"ohk, I got it but why you got scared, are you hiding something from me." He says.
He gets close to me and look straight into my eyes.
"Are you writing a love letter for someone?" he said while teasing me. At first, I got scared of him being close to me, but then I remember He always likes to tease me from the time when in school we used to be bench partners and I always hate him teasing me but also liked it to me because it was the only thing that makes me laughed so hard every time.
I make a weird face and hit him back and said,
"Nooooo, why would I write a love letter to someone?"
"ohh! Yes, why would you write a love letter, you aren't even a girl" he said by laughing at me.
I liked the fact that I'm not like other girls, but it doesn't mean I can't fall in love but to avoid his questioning, I don't say much, so I just tell him,
"Go away! Alex, you idiot jerk. I hate you so much in this world."
And he laughs so hard and I started laughing with him too. It's the best thing about being friends with him that he never makes a person bored, specially when he's with me, it seems like two crazy people sitting together. Someone enters again in the café but at this time no one came to the café usually, so I became curious that who's that now. And there come another handsome man in a white paint shirt, his veins are showing on his hands, Ahhh I love that. He gets close to us and then sit in front of me. Well, actually, he was my Crush from high school, but we never get to talk much, and suddenly, he came and sit in front of me. I am feeling like my heart will stop beating, he is so handsome and his veins, OH MY GOD! Why does he have to sit with us, I can't breathe….
"Alessia, can I ask you for a favor?" he speaks suddenly.
I got shocked and nervous at the same time as what's the favor that he needs from me because he used to be a perfect guy in high school, topper of his class, and he mostly likes to read books on reality not like me who is crazy in love with fiction books.
"No, you can't, Mr.zain." Alex says to him.
I got frustrated by him like how can he reply to him, he ruined everything.
"he is just kidding, forget him and ask me whatever you want."
I said to zain by shutting down Alex's mouth while pinching him.
"I need you."
He replied by facing his face to me and looking straight into my eyes, I wonder what's happening to me today why Everything is weird.
"I mean I need your help in my assignment. Can you please help me in writing a fictional story? It's too hard for me as I never read these kinds of books, but I heard that you read them a lot."
Zain again look into my eyes, his hands were on his knees.
"yeah! I love them, Sure! I'll help you."
Alex looks at me with anger and jealousy because I am giving Zain more importance than him but in actual I just wanted to help him, nothing more.
"Can you please go and do your work? Can't you see we have to work."
I said to Alex.
I look at Alex, and he gives me a fierce look like he is going to do something terrible.
He stands up and walk to the door and then stop there. He turned his face towards me and then walk out of the café.
"here; I have already written a draft, please help me make it look good. I know no one can help me with this better than you."
Zain stand up and sit beside me, I become a little nervous again as he was my crush. I look at his face and then at his draft.
"wow! It's wonderful."
I was shocked after reading his draft, it was very well written, even if it's just a little story for his assignment, but it was very creative. I felt a bit embarrassed that he writes much better than me even though he never read fiction.
"I don't think that it needs any kind of change, you are perfect."
I just realized what I said, and my voice got shattered,
"I mean your story is perfect, not you off course."
Oh no! What did I just say again why am I saying crazy words again and again,
"No, I mean you are perfect too, Ahhhhhh! Forget it, I'm sorry."
My voice was continuously shattering, and he was continuously looking at my face while I was talking. And then suddenly he smiled at me.
"Thanks for the compliment." He says.
He looked at his watch, his hands were so damn good. I couldn't stop staring at him. He looked at me again
"I got a go, thanks for the help today. We will meet soon, have a nice day Alessia."
He said and left the café. And I was continuously looking at him going out and thinking about the way he called my name; A_L_E_S_S_I_A. It was so cool.