Sometimes I'd swear this man wasn't real. A dream, he seemed to override my senses whenever I was around him. Funny for me, I'd never actually had a boyfriend or even a date before. All of a sudden I'd found one.
My phone buzzed, telling me that I had a text, I was mildly disappointed to find that it was just from my phone provider. Telling me that my credit was expiring in a few days. Of course, only texts I get are from my phone provider. The two, now three, contacts in my phone were my father, my sister Bree and him. Loki. The name sounded so different to all the other names of people that just flitted by my memory when I met them. I remember the first time I met Loki. I know I'll never forget it.
It'd been at lunch break, I went down to the local bar to grab a sandwich and coffee. Just normal boring stuff. That was until I heard a rather loud and fast paced conversation going on between the shopkeeper and a man. I thought nothing of it until the argument stopped and the man walked away. In his anger he wasn't looking where he was going and he walked straight into my table. Literally, the coffee mug fell over and spilt all over my ugly white coat. I don't know why but I just started laughing. The whole situation seemed hysterical. That was until the man apologised and I looked at him.
It felt like minutes until I tore my eyes away from his. My face was burning. How come I have to meet, I swear, the most gorgeous man on this planet in this way. He chuckled, I really hoped he hadn't noticed my tomato red face, and if he had he didn't think much of it. I chanced another glance at him and my heart went crazy again. Damn this. Why couldn't I be more composed?
"You right there you two?" the shopkeeper asked, the amusement obvious in his voice.
"Uhuh." He replied. I was lost for words.
He smiled and walked away. I felt crushed, another opportunity yet ruined. I stared after him in longing. I got up suddenly when I saw his fingers moving behind him. He wanted me to follow him. Holy shit.
Even from behind I could tell that he had the most confident and god damn sexy strut on this planet. I kept following him, trying to be quiet and not look like a stalker. He turned off into an alleyway and I suddenly felt a bit colder. This could be dangerous, I don't even know this man, who the hell is he anyway?!
But my body refused to stop so I kept going, the thought of a date with him in my mind. He stopped suddenly and turned around. He looked so calm, he's obviously a bit of a catch. Why would he even be interested in me? In the mirror all I see is some short, brown haired girl with a weird looking face and too big eyes staring back at me.
"Sorry about your coffee," he says, in a rather flirtacious voice if I'm not hallucinating.
I glance down at my now white and brown coat and laugh nervously.
"It's okay, I kinda hate this coat anyway," I can't bring myself to look him in the eyes when I say that so I just look somewhere near his chin.
Even his chin is fucking beautiful. If I ever was lucky enough to go on a date with this guy I'm sure I'd be too nervous to even function.
I can feel his gaze on my face, I try my hardest not to go tomato red again but it's no good.
"You got a fever or something?" he asks.
"No." You're just too good looking.
"Do you feel like coming over to my house after work?" he asks, moving closer to me.
"Why?" I inquire, some of my shyness going away.
"Because I wish to murder you, why the heck do you think?! You're really pretty you know," he says, he whispers the last bit and I feel all fluttery.
I laugh and smile, for the first time I feel sort of comfortable around him.
I look directly into his eyes, a beautiful blue and they're all crinkly around the edges, he looks genuinely happy to be in my company.
"Sure then. I finish work at five, what about five thirty?" I talk confidently, surprising myself.
"Can't then, got work stuff," he says, and scratches his head. For the first time since I've met him I'd say he sounds sort of nervous from the mention of work.
"Tough job?" I ask, obviously taking him unawares as he looks at me weirdly.
"Uh yeah, um well I'll give you my address and just call by there whenever you want to okay?"
"Sure, are you feeling okay?" I ask, as his face suddenly flushed. Not from embarrassment though.
"Yep fine, absolutely fine," he says reassuringly.
I raise my eyebrows a little bit I don't go on.
He gets out a notebook which is nearly full with intricate diagrams and messily scribbled notes. I squint trying to catch what some of the writing says but he flips the page before I can see anything.
Tearing out the page, he gives it to me and smiles. My heart flutters again. But thank God, I don't go tomato red this time.
"Uh well, see you soon I hope," I say, taking the page and smiling what I hope is my sweetest most, flirtatious smile.
I could almost skip down the street but seeing as I'm still in his sight, and it would maybe just look a little odd, I don't.
Work seems ten times as boring now that I keep memorising our conversation and dreaming about seeing him again tonight. I try to reason with myself. You don't even know this man, he could be using you. He might not have shown his true personality yet, who knows what he's hiding. It's no good, in fact it really just makes me want to go to his house even more than before. Those secrets, if he has any, I want to become a part of them. Sometimes I swear my thoughts are 18+ rated.