Dialogue, The Weekly Challenge.
“You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful its true”, James Blunt crooned in the background, voicing feelings he was scared to say out loud. They were sitting across each other at the local coffee shop. He had lost his train of thought , mesmerized by the way her eyes glinted with unshed tears of mirth.
“Go on, tell me what happened further!”, her question bought him back from his reverie.
What was it that he had been saying? For the life of him, he could not remember. Damn her beauty.
She tried making him talk ,”FINE! I won’t laugh at you, promise”, she said while making her own rendition of the puppy dog face.
He was in love.
“You have beautiful eyes, I could stare at them for hours”, the truth blurted out of his mouth like a burp that no matter how hard you try cannot be controlled. “Umm, thank you. Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder you know.” Her shyness in accepting his oddly timed, overtly flagrant compliments made him happy.
He found himself leaning towards her, innocuously placing his hand near hers, hoping she’d hold it. Friends could hold hands, couldn’t they?
She seemed lost in her own thoughts, humming the lyrics of the stupid pop song that was blaring loudly.
“Did you really mean that?”
“The thing, you know, about my eyes? I wear glasses, you have never seen them properly!”
If only she knew. From the crinkling of her eyes when she smiled, to the way she raised her eyebrows in disbelief, he had observed and memorized each nuance of her beautiful face. Each movement was committed to his memory. Boy, his insides were mush.
“Obviously I did”, he remarked offhandedly, not wanting to come across like a love sick puppy.
The beaming smile he got in return did weird things in his stomach. He could feel his thudding heart. Each neuron in his brain was willing him to kiss her. To hug her. Smell her hair, hold her close.
She was telling him some college story, he couldn’t hear a word, not because he did not want to, his brain simply refused to focus.
“Are you even listening? I asked you a question! Am I boring you?”, the anger in her voice amused him.
Before the smile in his thoughts could form on his face, he felt the quick slap on his face. The sting of it left him shocked.
Her face turned into a comical O.
“Sorry sorry! Oh shit. I didn’t mean to hit you that hard!”
“What was that for? I was listening!”
“No you were not! You were staring.”
She back tracked.
“I am so sorry”, she said meekly.
“I do not forgive this easily.”
His insides squirmed in anticipation. He knew her nature as well as his own. He wanted to know if she felt anything for him.
The gamut of emotions running through her head was plainly visible on her face.
Sighing, she pleaded,”Please?”
He feigned a little anger at this remark. Putting on his frown, his face showed displeasure. It had the desired effect. Closing on the distance between them, she hugged him tight and whispered in his ear ” I’m sorry but you deserved it.” He could feel her breath on his neck, could feel the laugh she was trying hard to control.
He was in heaven, holding on to her, not wanting to let her go.
That hug offered him hope. He’d get her, he vowed.