Mister Brightside | A Vladimir Putin Fanfic

chap 5

"Miss Kennova" he quietly calls with a Russian accent.

He gestures to the door, telling me to go first. Walking inside the door- he places a hand on my back, walking with me.

Silence, all silence. My mind wandered from one feeling to another. I can't seem to shake away the feeling of adrenaline as I think of his hand, gently placed on my back.

I'm thinking of Oh-so-many-things and now I wonder.. does he wonder what I was wondering now? I tilted my head to take a quick look, he glanced at me- nodding. In his face appeared the same small smile like he had on the balcony.

"During the opening speech... I have noticed that you lost your way back to the event hall" He spoke, not looking at me.

"Yes, I was finding my way back from the restrooms." I lied, avoiding eye contact. Disguising a red face away from him and the crowd that awaits.

"Yet again, you seem to have strayed away towards the balcony. Have you not learned from your first attempt?" He asks. In his eyes what seemed to have appear now is a playful glow.

"Perhaps, you know the answer already." I replied, our eyes adjusting from the blinding lights of the event hall..

"Mister Putin!" Several leaders called, raising a beverage on hand.

"I could not take the risk with having one of the presidents to miss another round of my speeches." He smiled, unbuttoning his two buttoned neat suit, he sits adequately on his dinner chair. His voice comouflaging together now with the crowd's laughter.

As if nothing happened, I sipped on a pepsi cola, feeling carefree. Glancing to my side is a Justin T. Looking suspiciously at me.

"Oh, Is there something on my face?" I mocked, seriously sipping.

"YES, there's a.." he points to his cheek. Startled with what he meant, I immediately reached to my cheek.

"It's burning beetroot red." he rolled his eyes, wiping his face with a towelette.

"It must have been the wind.. from the balcony"

"Tell me, Were you and him on the balcony?" He spoke, almost a whisper.

"NO." Trudeau doesn't seem to buy it. "I didn't KNOW he'd find me there" I sighed, quickly looking at Putin's direction.

He seems to be minding his own business, discussing with the prime ministers and presidents of the middle East.

I still cannot fathom this rush on my veins. Maybe I'm feeling something that I shouldn't have. It seems like I am yearning, hear him talk more, over and over again.. that may have sounded too desperate.