She's gotten under my nerves. Why? Why did I start thinking of her when she started asking about my ideal type? I groaned as I stare at the ceiling of my bedroom, putting an arm over my head. Stop right there. I closed my eyes. She's annoying. Focus on that. How do I drive her away? I planned my attack for the following days.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" I asked during a coffee break and she seemed surprised by my question.
"Currently? None." She winked as she stirs her coffee mix.
"Are you actively looking for someone to date?" I asked, picking a bread from the basket. Why does her answer...?
"Yes. My friends do set me up on blind dates. It's fun." She stated, but it's clear to me that her tone lacked the fun she's talking about.
"Yeah? How fun?" I narrowed my eyes as her expression turned serious for about two seconds before transforming into her usual teasing stance.
"Well... I get out. I go to different places. Even if only a few guys ask for second dates, I at least get to eat good food. Steak. Salad. Fish dishes. Desserts." She moaned at the end of her statement. "Don't forget the desserts." She winked. Damn her. My heart jumped when I heard her moan. My blood rushed south and desire filled my head. I swallowed. Hard. I was laying down the trap and I get myself caught. I hoped she didn't notice.
"What's the longest period you've dated someone? Anyone went as far as giving you a proposal?" I asked, sipping my coffee. Trying to calm my emotions at the same time. Unfortunately, I can't keep my eyes off her now. Fortunately, I can simply pass if off as me interested in hearing her answers. I had to remind myself a few times not to stare at her lips.
Her expression slipped again. For about three seconds this time. I wonder if she's truly happy when she smiles and laugh. I felt a dull ache on my chest.
"Uh... that? Let me see." She seemed to be actually contemplating on it. "Four dates, I think. About three weeks. And no, not one went as far as a proposal. Not many men can tolerate a talkative woman." She winked again and laughed aloud. I was originally hoping to tell her that, but I guess she's aware of it already. It made me feel bad somehow.
"Ever met a man who can tolerate a talkative woman?" I asked, genuinely curious this time. I didn't think I would actually enjoy a conversation with her. I guess if I set the pace and the topic, I don't mind talking to her. But if I let her carry the conversation, she would only annoy me to death. I have no doubt about that.
"I've seen a few, but they're already in love with their women. I guess it will take a while before I find the one for me. Have you ever been hopelessly romantic? Ever thought of the one woman destined to be yours?" She's back to her teasing tone and sparkling eyes. How long before she finishes that snack of hers?
"I don't think so." I've never been one to talk about women and relationships.
"A pity." She muttered before finally focusing on her food. Didn't she say she like food?
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Rides of Our Promises (Original, English Version)
RomanceIt was typical for him to find her personality annoying. She got on his nerves and wormed her way to his heart. Aya tagged her boss as off-limits, made him her unwilling confidant, annoyed him every work day, but it's undeniable that she learned so...
