There stands Neva; dumbfounded.
'What-what did he say?'
No words from her, so he bents down—matching the level of her eyes with his own.
Deep eyes of his, adorned in dark lashes, Neva finds her senses hopeless to read, nervousness boring deep into her every being.
Her features remain frozen, the mystery man awaiting her response, diving into her orbs.
Neva before him, way too stunned to form phrases... way too astray to even blink the eyes.
Heart drums uproariously in the ears. She does not remember any scene, wherein someone had stormed her heart, or frozen the breathings.
"I have to–I have to go..." She splits their heated linking of eyes, glimpsing here and there, but nowhere near his eyes.
Coming being in a very challenging placement, she concludes to far away from the man rising her to feel the, damn contrary of nerveless.
She swallows, forcing a great strength.
"Excuse me," Gently she whispers—harrowing and gathering the concealed courage in her 169 cm frame, her feets rotates, a normal 90°.
She walks ahead—failing to glance back and own the fortune of stumbling upon the mystery man's trailing eyes, or a dreamy little smile painting his lips.
Still in a daze, clouds of fog hovering her mind, she stands, abscend minded in the entrance of the convenience store.
Feeling she only blinked an eye, but covered this long distance?
Her brain flies away the blinding fog, but remnants of faint mist can still be found.
She bites her lips, the 'Mystery Man' flying with his wings, penetrating her muse.
She had an agaped heart, out of nowhere. Won't ever admit, yet she hoped the mystery man followed. Maybe... destined for the same destination, then again who was she kidding, he was headed towards the east, and she towards the west.
She exhales, wondering what went wrong with the heart. Purposelessly, her eyes roams around. A bakery cafe not far distant, sudden happiness glistens in her pretty almond orbs.
And saunters Neva to the bakery.
A little bend down, she's scrutinizing, pupils dilating—observing the delicious, differing varieties of baked goods, adorning through the glassed display of baked sweets.
Her gaze lingering on a certain dessert.
"You like shortcakes?"
Her eyes sparkles, salivating for she had a very sweet tooth, she gently swallows, her favourite: strawberry shortcakes. "Yes!"
A presence with a tranquiled beating heart, failing to recognise the voice. Unaware of the man of the beautiful evening, who had made the heart beat threateningly fast.
Juvenile smile dances on her rosy lips, she turns her head to unveil the voice, vision lifting the curtains of the familiar features, just a few inches apart.
She blinks twice, then thrice, dramatically leisured protruding orbs, corner of her lips, failing to lift anymore.
None other than the Mystery man!
He smiles; her knees weakened, a storm whirling in her chest.
A ting~ sound of the bell designed in the doorway announces a new customer coming in, aiding Neva to seize her sense. Beaking away their glued eyes, she straigtens her posture.
She glances up at the cashier. Mind hazy; always hazy. Whom to blame? The mystery man.
"Please pack four pieces of strawberry shortcakes, and a pack of bread." Neva voices out to the cashier.
The cashier was always there. The two beauty stunned him, and he didn't exist for them, for they floated in an alternate universe.
"That'll be 28.90. Anything else ma'am?" He asks. She shakes her head, and pays the bill.
"Thank you." She says as he hands her the purchase. "You're welcome ma'am. Please visit again." He smiles. "Sure." Neva smiles back at him.
The man stood still there, but she ignores him.
Heart reluctant to calm down, was she sick?
Outdoor, few steps away she looks back over her shoulder.
Breath caught in her throat, as she meets his deep eyes tangled with her stunned ones.
He's quietly following behind, once more...
She tears away her confused gaze, his hands vacant, he bought nothing from the cafe shop.
'Is he really following me?' She sweeps away the giddiness of a young virgin heart. Having being seized recognition of a handsome young man—instead she becomes weary, having her guard stand secure.
With no exchange of words, she reaches the convenience store, walking through indoors hurriedly, marching way to quickly fetch her needs.
As she turns her head to look behind: he stands theree, a few strides away, hands inside his black hoodie pocket, his eyes locked on her. Neva nervously bites her lower lip. Sucking in a sharp air, she glances away, hastening to finish her shopping.
Ten minutes along, she messily roams her feet around the store, engaged in her own business—pretending there's no stranger trailer her paths, silently observing her at all times.
Actually in a great difficulty, she endeavoured hard to control her emotions. Sneaking a glance at him, glued to her like a shadow, arms crossed, just peering at her, admiration shimmering in his dark orbs, as if she was his priceless possesion.
He smiles at her. Neva flinches away her gaze, her lips pursed. She wanted to inquire him of his 'misbehaves'.
"What's the matter with him?" Neva murmers to herself.
She unusually does not sense any creepy vibes looming her in, and it makes her eyebrows crease further down. Calculating hundred ways to deal with the scene, she breathes in deep, and at end, turns to face him.
"Why are you following me?" She inquires, trying to voice out, every word firm.
An eyebrow arched up, he does not reply for a moment. "I confessed," he says calmly. "Yet you haven't given anything in return." He steps towards her, his strides intimidating and slow.
"And I remember, I asked if you liked shortcakes?" He nonchalantly shrugs, standing close before her.
Her eyes rounded, stunned this friday for the umpteenth time, how was she to retort that?
She inhales deep. "Please keep your distance. I don't owe you any response." She declares, a fierce face and words stern as she could make it out.
But, that darned stroke of brush in rosy hue, adorning her fair cheeks gives her away, easily.
Mystery man, he himself, has his heart hammering hard—wanting to thrash out his chest.
He wondered such state of his. Was it the close proximity? Was he to feel this way with any girl? Has it always been this way?
No, there was something moreish about her soul. And he feels it so strong, he didn't want her to far from him. Burrowing heart in such fondness of her. His heart aching to be close with her.
He had mastered the procedures of commanding the human manners.
He wasn't unknown, to own the spell over the emotions and expressions.
A calm charming smile drawn over his lips.
Yet, he never felt anything... nothing, like the way this girl he brushed past moments prior his stiff muscles titilate.
Her first glance, caused him a hunger of air.
Her unyielding glance, made him need to learn the way to breathing in a whole new foreign way.
Such, heavenly human... Something had already planted for them, arising now, it grows fast.
"I wouldn't, I couldn't now even if I wanted to." He lightly shakes his head.
Ohh... The way his smile makes him appear such pure merchant.
This girl made the strings in his heart clenched. While, he made an effort to tie her disheaveled strings.
How could he? Why would he leave and not let her compansate for it?