Ain't Your Regular Girlfriend 63 64 A Walk.

A walk turned to visit the last person on my mind. When I told dad I was going out, I meant taking a walk, a few meters from home. I wanted to feel the fresh air against my skin as I walk around the building and for the conversation, I had earlier with dad to sink in.

I got carried away as I strode on my bicycle first, with no destination but as I ride on. I thought it was good to pay someone a visit.

Standing here now, in front of his house. Well, clearly his kitchen. I realized how silly that thought was.

I couldn't tear my eyes off him as he was gorgeously handsome in the dim light of the room, with that white towel that hangs loosely around his waist. This is probably the second time I've seen him like this. The first time ended up badly, but right now, his smiles were sparkling along with the light and  I could clearly see he was on a phone call with someone very, very important.

Everything slow now in slow motion, his smiles get wider, His touch, so was his walks. He walked to a toaster not far from him and brought out the bread with his bare hands, I could see the look on his face, as he tossed it quickly in a plate. It must have been hot, luckily for him, it didn't fell on the floor.

He is definitely a bad cook. Leaving alone would have been hard for him. Magritte always use gloves to avoid things like things from happening. It's not like I, myself is a good cook but I know someone like me when I see them.

I touched my lips and felt a smile forming on them. The way he was smiling tells me that he was obviously talking with a Bae over the phone or whomever that is important to him. Plus the way he was gulping down whatever he was eating.

He looked in my direction! Gos.h.!.+ I turned quickly and hide, intending to head back home when he'd look away. But when I turned back to take a last full glance. He wasn't there. Huh? I panicked. "that was fast Where'd he go?. I asked myself and rushed to where I packed my bicycle.