The Absolute Blue Moon

distinctive feature

Doubtlessly, he has the most beautiful voice I've ever heard. Heavy yet soft, my favorite. I bite my bottom lip as I watched his moving lips like a slow-motion part in the movie. Beautiful. Wait, how many I've said that? Stop it, D! What are you thinking of?

"Hello?" He repeated. Oh, to his voice.

Then I blinked, trying to bring my mind back to reality, "Oh, hello ... there." I said awkwardly. Here it is the embarrassing Delilah, I looked too fascinated at him. Did he know or maybe even feel about it??

"Are you, new here?" Oh gosh, I can't let go my eyes of him. Those eyes just too perfect. The racing heartbeat never stop inside of me as this beautiful creature arrived from nowhere.

"Ah... yeah. Just arrived last night. You?" I asked and didn't care whether it was necessary or not. I just wanted to talk to him, a little longer.

He smiled and never left my eyes, "I've been here for years." He said meaningfully. Then looked away, thank you for breaking our locked eyes. "Looks like you're doing a huge project here." His eyes pointed to the yard where the dry leaves still a bit scattered.

Mirroring him, I said, "Well, yeah, sort of a huge business." Thank goodness I've made this yard worth to look at. Thus, I'm not that ashamed of its mess. And once again, I am proud of what I've done.

"Mr. Fulton must be so happy for having you here." This guy then started walking, and I turned around following his movement. The wind blew as he passed me, and I acknowledged that he bursts out a certain smell, a distinctive smell. As if there was a mysterious and elusive aura about him. I've never smelled this sweet-scented before.

"You know him?" My eyes still following his movements.

"Of course."

"Did you also rent his house?"

Again, he flashes the small-sweet smile, "Nope. But nobody's here doesn't know about him."

"Oh." Really? Just an 'oh', Delilah? Say something else you idiot! You don't want him to leave, do you? Why on earth my subconscious yelling at me? And I was like, okay, okay, I'll say something. Open your ears, dear Ms. Subconscious. "He's a nice person, by the way." Maybe if my subconscious had really existed and were standing here at this time, she must have smacked her forehead right away at the end of my sentence.

"Yeah. He really is." Still walking around like examining something, he plopped his hands into his pocket.

"So, where do you live, Mr. Neighbor? Do you live around here? Which one is your house?" Delilah! This guy will definitely think of you as a nosey-eager girl! Certainly, my mouth is running faster than my brain. What is wrong with me? I have never been awkward in front of any guy before. It was the men who usually acted strangely in front of me. The wheel has turned.

He chuckles and take a glance of me, "What a nosey girl."

"Nosey? No, I'm not." Yes, I am right now. But how can he hear my subconscious properly? However, I have to cover up my embarrassment, "Look, we just met a few minutes ago. And I'm just asking you. You know, just asking." I made an imaginative underline using my index finger on the words 'just asking', to make it clear that I was really just asking. "I think we're just trying to get to know each other, like people who are acquainted. And I think it is a habitual thing to do between newcomers, like me, and old residents, like you. That's it. And it's up to you, whether you want to answer me or not. I'm totally okay with both."

Still with the smile planted on his lips, he watched me talked a mile, and now I 'm panting as the result of tweeting. He seemed to enjoy my objection. "What? What are you smiling at?" I ask.