Lover's Quarrel

Chapter Two- Why Should I?

It was now evening; the coffee shop was closed. People were hurrying off home, well, not everyone. Lorenzo and Simon had stayed after to wrap up for the day and prepare for the next. While preparing for tomorrow, a sigh sounded for the nth time. Oaklee had also stayed, trying to finish a work project. He had continually sighed, seeing how incompetent his co-workers were. Grumbling under his breath, he went to fix another slide. Unbeknownst to him, someone had been watching from over his shoulder.

"How much more do you have to do?" Lorenzo asked, drying his hands with a rag. Oaklee had jumped in shock, not sensing the other's presence. The other looked at him, waiting for his answer. He only got another sigh in response. "Well?" he asked, placing his hands on his hips.

"Um," Oaklee drew out, scratching the back of his head. "Like 60 percent more," he gave an awkward smile. Lorenzo bent down to get a closer look at the project. Afterward, turning his head back to the other. Oaklee felt almost nervous with how close the other was standing to him. He let out an awkward laugh, "are you going to it for me?"

Lorenzo's face contoured into amusement, "Do you want me to?" Oaklee let out a snicker, then his face turned serious, rejecting his offer. Lorenzo took a step back to let the other continue. He turned to see an amused look in Simon's eyes; he quirked a brow. Simon shook his head, huffing out a laugh. Then the evening continued as so.

After 20 minutes, Oaklee closed his laptop, stretching his arms forward. He sighed again, but this time of relief. He had corrected all the mistakes of his co-workers, now to present it. He decided to add the presenting part to tomorrow's list of worries. A satisfied smile played on his face as he began to pack his things. Collecting his trash, "Well, I will be taking my leave now," he bid farewell. Lorenzo waved goodbye, a bright smile shining on his face. Simon gave a short wave, getting ready to leave himself.

Outside, the moon was reaching its peak, shining on the city. The snow had a glistening look from the warm air of earlier. The streets were mostly empty, minus a few taking a nighttime walk. A few cars illuminated the city streets. Oaklee turned left, going towards the train station.

After walking fifteen steps away from the coffee shop, Oaklee went into a frenzy. Why did he feel nervous earlier? Why did he act so awkwardly? Lastly, why did his smile make him so uneasy? Was it uneasiness? The word didn't fully explain what he felt. Yes, it was a part, but it wasn't all. They were a multitude of other emotions scrambled in this feeling. He can't help feeling excited every time he sees his smile. He can't help feeling excited every time he sees him. Why? What was so significant about him to invoke such a complicated emotion? Why?

Unless...no-

That's not it-

Unless-

No, no, why would that be it?

Oaklee continued to stand there, staring at the ground in shock. The bell to the coffee shop door had rung. But who left? Was it him? No, it can't be him, not right now. The person only walked in the other direction, not noticing Oaklee. He turned his head up, his face showing determination.

No, that's not it.

Suddenly the bell rang again- all determination washed off his face. The person to leave noticed Oaklee, and a smile spread on their face. They chuckled.

That voice, no, no, no.

"Were you waiting for me?" they asked, amusement laced in their voice. Oaklee slumped his head back down. He didn't answer. A frown formed on their face at being ignored; they walked in front of Oaklee. "Oaklee?" they asked, trying to get him to face them.