Movie marathon - Let's talk mission

2- Swooning

"Hello? Nina? Nina what's going on over there? I've told you a million times to hire a bodyguard for your safety if something happens to you--"

My phone still in hand, half way to my ear, blares angrily at me in Cintia's voice.

"You gonna get that?"

I abruptly cut the phone as the guy whispers in my ear again. I swiftly turn around to face the hunk.

"What did you just say?"

"I said won't you get that? But I guess not since you turned off your phone."

"No, I meant what did you just say, before that?"

He shrugs his shoulders and answers nonchalantly, "That I've been waiting for you."

Swallowing the lump in my throat I ask him, "Why?"

Now the idea of a very attractive guy telling me that he has been waiting for me doesn't sound so bad. It's like a dream come true for a normal girl like me. But let's be serious for once all right? That only happens in books and movies. Never in real life. So this very masculine man to be standing here in front of me right now, telling me how he has been waiting for me, is a huge red flag.

It should be a huge red flag, but not for me. Nope, me being the stupidest naive girl I am, I just loose myself in the depths of his deepest ocean blue eyes.

And how can I come in my senses when his hair as black as night, are literally begging for me to run my hand in them until I reach the  nape?

How can I think straight when his thin lips form a crooked smile on his godly face? His entire being looks like it's been drawn with so much precision by God himself, that even if you look with a microscope, you still won't be able to find a slight flaw.

But what does bring me back to my senses, like a bird once flying high in the sky, falling hard on the ground, is his sarcastic fake chuckle. A guy will always look sexy and nice and just perfect. Until he opens his mouth and you find out how cocky and sure of himself he is.

"Today was the appointed date, no?" He raises his eyebrows questioningly at me.

"Date? What date, date, DATE! Yes, date. Haha, of course it is 'the date'."

I smirked at him and was about to tell him how wrong he was. He has been waiting here, for no one knows how long, in the most sexiest suit, waiting for his date. But then I had this very crazy idea. Surely it's a blind date, the kind where he knows nothing about the girl he's supposed to meet. Why not go ahead with it? What's the worst that can happen anyway? Him finding out that I am not the girl he is supposed to go out with? I can take the chance.

So being the gullible piece of poop I am, I play along with it. And lucky for me, he falls for it.

"Sadly, I had forgotten about it."

"Astonishingly obvious." He states monotonously. "Let's sit down somewhere and indulge in our much awaited oration."

My my, such fancy words. One more word out of this mouth and I'll be swooning all over him.

"You know what, why don't we continue this in a little while, especially somewhere—" I glance at the surrounding, the street now becoming a bit crowded, "Somewhere nice and quiet?"