Raison D'être

Clarification

Anastasia

Hearing him speak in his native tongue does wonders to my body, but logic is quick to correct the inappropriate feelings towards my boss. Nodding my head and giving him a small thank you, I walked out of the car.

"Call me if you need anything," his friendly gesture is laced with a playful tone that I find myself enjoying.

Hoping he won't take it the wrong way, I bite my lip nervously before asking "I need your number."

He smirks, "here let me put it in your phone," as he motions me to come over to his window.

"It's a prepaid phone, you can just write your number here" I motion out my forearm as a handy notepad.

At that, he smiles "I feel like I'm in high school again."

I knew it, if he looks this good as a man, then his teen years must have graced him tremendously. "Your contacts must be full then?" He laughs as one hand holds my arm steady while the ballpoint pen glides smoothly onto my skin.

"No, don't worry. My contacts are full of men, I never entertained such thoughts in high school." So he's gay. Bummer. I knew it was too good to be true.

"Oh, so your gay?" I try and confirm, whilst trying not to sound too bummed out by the thought.

"Mi scusi?!" clearly taken aback by the question he confirms what I hoped to be true. He clears his throat before continuing, "I mean no. I have my eyes set on women. I mean I'm interested in women, I just never have the time." I can't help but mentally giggle at seeing him so flustered at the question. [excuse me]

"You never made me feel that you were gay, it's just I- well you said your contacts were full of men and I thought you meant romantically..."

He flashes a smirk, "Anastasia, I assure you I only have my eyes set on women, but time never really permits me to gaze. Lucky me I have one livi-" his phone buzzes, and I'm able to see it's Niccolò calling.

Sighing a breath of relief my eyes revert from the sidewalk to his once more. Eyes are supposed to be windows to the soul, yet I can't see past anything he gives me. What he allows me to see. But at this moment, in this very moment, I can see his happiness radiating off of not only his smile but his eyes. The art of gazing in its true form. The impalpable unexplainable tension, that I hoped I was not the only one that felt between us, was interrupted when Lorenzo's phone continued to buzz incessantly. Taking that as my cue, I give him my friendly smile before waving off, "well I got to go."

"Right," Lorenzo releases my arm before attentively running his hand over the ink, to which it doesn't smudge. His hand hovering my forearm alone is enough to send shivers down my body, as his voice becomes this deep soft tone, "goodbye Anastasia."

"Goodbye Lorenzo," it comes out breathless as I watch the car pull away. Our eye contact doesn't break till I smile giving him a small wave. He smiles back, gracing me his small dimple, a rare sight that is before turning away leaving me a blushing mess.

Short chapter, sorry :/

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