RED HAIRED BEAU

THE GALLA

After that time at the diner, I tried to see him again throughout the week but he had a busy schedule. I sat home all week, simping. I felt jumpy inside an tried to control my excitement of seeing him again on Sunday.

Sunday soon came and here I am, sitting in front of my closet, blank about what I'm gonna wear.

I. at this moment, am so frustrated. Lord...have mercy!

I want to impress him, make him fall in love with me--

Woah...hold on. That's gonna be weird. I sigh to myself, trying to calm my overexcited yet frustrated nerves down. It's just a simple gala. So...

I go through my closet again, using my incredible fashion senses to create for myself a good and presentable look.

A partially black, partially beautiful white bodycon dress that ends around mid thigh and I matched it with a pair of white wedged heels. I LOVE IT!

The showcase was to start at 6pm sharp but I was always fashionably late and ended up being an hour and forty five minutes late. Louis called me and told me he had arrived thirty minutes ago which had me feeling all kinds of fucked up. He told me not to worry and that he was in the back room where my paintings were. I found my way right there like I was lightening itself and spotted him, looking delicious in a pair of black jeans and a black long sleeved shirt. He had a pair of black boots to match his whole look, his beautiful red standing out.

His hair was a bright red, like V of BTS's during their IDOL era and the brown streaks in them looked classy. I felt like he was myself in male form. Artistic in his own way with his own unique beauty.

I realized I had stood there, ogling him for almost five minutes straight and called his name to get his attention as I approached him. He smiled widely, doing a tiny wave.

"Hey, sorry I've been busy all week I didn't even have the time to check in on you." He said. I shook my head.

"Nah, it's okay. I apologize for being late myself." He responded with a shake of his own head.

"Don't worry about it. I was so mesmerized by your gorgeous artwork that I didn't even think about the time. You're really talented y'know?" He says. My cheeks flare a bright pink. I chuckle, trying to get over the giddiness and electricity that sparks within me.

"Um, yeah. Thanks." I brushed a strand of hair behind my ear and stared at the ground like a shy high school gril. He chuckled at my behaviour.

"If you keep doing that, you're going to make it hard for me to resist you Amalia." My head snapped up and met his bright hazel eyes that stared back with such gentleness. I realized that he had a cool, gentle and collective nature that was quite alluring but when he got comfortable, he was very much a drama king, a cutie and so freaking irresistible. I was starting to like him a little too much and his words were beginning to register in my brain. As soon as they did, my cheeks reacted first by going from pink to crimson. He began laughing at me. I found myself laughing as well, his laughter was very contagious.

When we both calmed down from our comical high, he looked back at the painting I remember working on when I was in my last year of college. I kept it to myself until three months ago when I decided to sell it.

"I love this one, I would definitely wanna look at this everyday." He said. My interest peeked.

"You can have it if you want it." I all but literally rapped. He chuckled,

"You're cute y'know? I can't just take this painting, it looks expensive and--"

"Consider it a gift from uhm...a friend. We're friends right?" I chirped. He chuckled once more and nodded. "Okay then it's a gift. I'll get Priscilla to help get it delivered to you." I said with finality. He smiled softly and looked back at the painting then at me.