Capture The Moment (boyxboy)

Chapter 20: New horizons

"Dans cinq minutes tu seras à genoux"
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Morton anxiously looks out of the shop window to see Clark, slowly walking down the street. Now his excitable nerves were really kicking in. "Ok, ok, act casual, this is your shop, your bookshop." He begins to pace a little in the small space. Then he remembers. "Shit! Where's the French poetry? I need to find it!" He begins to actually panic now as his lack of product location is going to show him up and reveal his lie.

Morton is thinking he has found the place when a faint knock wraps on the shop door. He look inbetween a tiny gap amongst the books in the shelf to see Mr Rodriguez stood the other side of the door.

Calm your breathing man. Morton exhales long and slow before stepping out from the shelves. He makes his way to the door, turning the latch to open it. "You know we're closed." Morton says with a grin.

"I know." The teacher replies as he steps foot inside the bookstore once again. "But I want have a more personal experience you know?" He  answers, now stepping further into the place so Morton can close the door.

"You said you wanted to read some French poetry." Morton comments as he makes his way to the just discovered books on the shelf. "Here." He adds, gesturing with a hand.

Raphael slowly walks towards Morton, his height looking down on him a little as he gets right up close. Eyes staying fixed on the student's, a mere breath between them. "Thanks." He utters as only now does he turn his head to look at the row of eclectic books on the shelf.

Morton's eyes stay fixed in place. He finds himself staring at the exposed neck on show, skin so rich like coffee, disappearing into the partially opened shirt.

"Do you speak French, Morton?" Raphael wonders, his voice quiet, but deep as his fingers gloss over the spines of the books before selecting the desired one.

"No." Morton manages to say, finding it even hard to swallow.

"Dans cinq minutes tu seras à genoux" Raphael hums.

"What...what did you say?" Morton wonders, his pulse rising at the sounds of the foreign words.

"You'll find out." Raphael chuckles as his gaze now turns back to Morton.

It was at this moment that he knew. Morton knew that he was going to tell yet another lie. This one to Clark because...damn. He knew he was going to sin between these bookshelves...

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After still not being able to reach a decision whether to bother the chef at short notice, Clark finds himself wondering down the slowly busying street as the many workers from the day head home to their comfortable spaces, maybe a hot meal waiting for them. He takes a hand to his stomach, realising that he too was beginning to feel a little hungry. He sees the orange food tent in the distance, somewhere he has always walked past and not ventured inside, choosing to head to Bang Bang Chicken instead, but today, with his new found interest in all things food, he thought he would give it a try.

He opens up the thick clear plastic a little to step inside. The aroma of cooking smells hit him like a sensory wave. He sees a female busying herself in a small open kitchen area. Blue flames alight as wonderful colours get cooked up as they dance over the heat.

"Be with you shortly. Take a seat." She says as she glances up at her new customer.  Clark finds a small table next to a tented window. He could see a misty vision of the world going by outside and from where he was sitting, it strangely felt like another world.

Soon the gaze is averted by the sound of the lady approaching. "What'll it be?" She questions, as if Clark was supposed to know the menu like the back of his hand.

"Uumm."

She looks at the Clark with a smile. "Shall I cook you up a favourite? I promise you won't be disappointed."

"Sure, thanks." Clark replies as he watches the woman head back. He again turns his head back to the street outside, before choosing to take out his recently repaired phone and momentarily ponders once again on whether to make that call. He hadn't ever ventured over to Roshan's place for a good reason. His place was where the college rules would not apply. No professional boundaries crossed, it would just be down to the two of them as to how far they would take things. That in itself excitied  Clark and terrified him at the same time. Plus, he was reminded of the feeling he experienced when Roshan requested distance, It still felt like it was haunting him inside. He didnt want to feel that rejection again.

Maybe that was why things had been so spontaneous up until now. He hadn't had time to think, to plan, to deliberate. He had gone with the flow. Maybe he should learn from it and go with the flow now.  Stop overthinking Clark!

He presses the number..."Hello Roshan?"