Monsoon Romance

Ecomium about him/her

..Syra was slightly taken back by after sensing the sudden hint of playfulness in his voice but she quiet did not distinguish if he was being true or it was just one of his tricks or the first step of him trying to lure her like those other guys would when they see any girl alone but again she wasn't the only girl 'alone' in the cafe and syra was certain that he wouldn't pick someone like her to philander with.

But oh who's gonna tell her that was was over the moon by her bare minimums.

[jk's pov]               
It's been quite minutes since we're talking, not only that both of our parcels are already kept on our table but we're still here talking about subtle things that should make sense but none of us making a move to ask each other more about ourselves.

Not gonna lie she wasn't too good with making conversations either nonetheless I'll keep finding it cute but now she was simply looking out the large glass window with her big adorable eyes, her lips formed in a tiny pout staring at the vehicles passing by while I was here trying not to get caught leching over her.

"Penny to your thoughts" I got off asking her something which isn't anything of my business but since none of us wants to move from our seats despite having our orders in front of our faces gave me a reason to make a talk with her "life is sometimes hard on us, sometimes too much to point we feel everything distressing, painful and colourless"

now we talking.

"Yes it is but by the time being we cope up with it"

"yes we do but the pain never fades and when it get reminded of it, it pains the same how it did at the very  time it happened"

"yes it does but that's okay there's no life with anything that doesn't have something inconvenient"

"I'm taking this from someone who I had met not even an hour ago?"

y u h what about it. I know things about life to

"I have no beef towards you love and I mean no harm" maybe being a little friendly will make her believe "so syra..."

"I think we should call it a day"

No. With that, she started picking her stuff calling it day.

[syra's pov]             
..What made me think that trusting this guy was alright was he handed me my parcel our hands touching slightly burning to ignite in me.

His hands were soft even after retracting those emo vibes his tender gestures was something any human would get on their knees for.

I did not just. Holy.

He's being so kind -wait you aren't flowing off that easily. syra don't what if he's from those manwhores who just want to get in woman's pants. Why does he make me convince myself that if he's nice or not he's a stranger? Why do I even bother?

Immediate grip made me have instant panic rush through my vein the only vein that I managed to keep unblemished by any flaring commotion because the way his leather jacket's rolled-up sleeves are, with his hand tattoos set forth added up with his hand's veins popping showing off on my face, loose checks shirt simply untagged with ripped jeans did no good to me so basically he unmeant caused so much harm to me.

He is dead Korean informal gorgeous and everything I can encomium about him "hey syra.." I think my name is beautiful "maybe we can meet again if you want"

no, I don't.

I'm afraid of socializing but how do I turn down his tiny cute face with crazy physique "alright" what did I just drag myself into "If I ask for your number?" why is that even necessary no wait it is.