Chapter 13

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It's been three weeks since Raymond and I dated, yeah, a month almost. After that night, we never had another date. That makes me miss him so much. Although we met in daily in the office, and once or twice he drove me home, but still, it's different when we have a kind of private special time. You know what I mean. Yes, I want another date! But all I could do is just keep that on my mind, instead of asking him. I don't have any bravery to do that. Or ... maybe I just too afraid to be rejected.

On my every single night before I close my eyes, it's always him who crosses my mind. I just think, why can't we just have another date? Oh and one another thing, why we never kiss again? Every time he moves closer, my eyes were like only focus on his lip. And what happened next was he kissed my forehead. Yeah, he always did that whenever he said goodbye. Of course, it happened when there weren't other people around, if there were, he would just said goodbye and walked away. That definitely makes me wonder about several things. First, did our last dinner time made him think that I was a boringly woman? Second, did I say or do something wrong? Third, does he just think of me as a friend, I mean, like nothing more? At all? Even just a little? Fourth, am I a bad kisser? That was my first time, though. And many others thought that eventually driving me crazy.

"Oh crap!" I muttered as I slide the curtain. It's raining. Oh no, it's pouring outside. Not only that, it's windy also. And Suzie isn't here, she's already back to Boston. Somehow, I'm still reluctant to use a cab, bus, Uber, or something like that. I know I just put myself in trouble by my own worries about the public transportation. That brings me to an intricacy when I need to go to somewhere, especially to the office with a situation like this.

I sighed behind the window.

'No problem, Brie. Rain is just a confetti from the sky, and you could right through it easily. You have a coat, boots, and an umbrella. Those things will help you'. I said to myself. Well, I need to get ready as fast as I could. In case if the rain stopped earlier, so I could make tracks to my office. And if it's not, I would still be fine to dash on it.

I'm wearing a latte turtleneck shirt, black skinny jeans, olive long coat with black shoulder bag sheltering inside of it, and of course my high black boots to keep the water stay out of me. Plus, the black umbrella would be perfectly match on my today's outfit. Well, actually I can't believe that I could make this look. I will look fashionable under the pouring rain. Great! I'm ready to go!

The rain immediately poured down the umbrella as soon as I stepped out of the apartment. I didn't expect the rain was this heavy. It sounded like a waterfalls when I was walking in the middle of it. Apparently, there are some people who have the same situation as me. Trying to walk as fast as possible, while holding the umbrella as tight as possible, so that the wind wouldn't take it away. That's pretty hard anyway.

I hugged myself using my left hand, while the other one was holding the heavily swaying umbrella. The wind blows feel so strong in sudden. I can see people were stop moving in a moment. To kept steady and hold their umbrella. So do I. I feel like my umbrella almost leaving me to the sky. With all the strengths inside of me, I'm holding it. I won't let myself to be the flying Mary Poppin. I did save the handle; it's stay on my grips. But unfortunately, not with the ribs. It was successfully curved upwards, with the panel joined them. Now I'm standing in the pouring rain, with a torn umbrella. And what made it perfectly mess is, I'm wet while on my way to the office. Bye fashionable look.

I ran towards a shop that wasn't open yet and took shelter under its small canopy. Every now and then I feel several eyes looking at me, with their strange look. Ah, whatever! I'm shivering and wet, and I don't know who the people are you! And now what? What should I do? If I keep walking, I'm gonna look like someone who doesn't has a towel after showering. If I stay, sooner or later the shop's owner would kicked me away. And if I went back to my apartment, ... no, there is no way! I would not be defeated by the rain.

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