Love For The First Sight

Chapter 4

Chris POV:

Along with the end of the recording, I looked back at the scene with the director and was pleased with my performance.
Of course, it could always be better and better, but I think I got a hundred percent out of myself. To our delight, we were done early. As I left my seat next to the director, I was looking for the girl who hadn't been able to leave my thoughts since last night. However, I didn't see her anywhere. She must have had something to do, so she ran away. So back in the locker room, I sat in the chair where Sarah offered to wash my makeup off my face. Then I quickly changed my outfit to simple everyday, so I left the building with Sarah on my side. Sarah asked what the scene was like, how I felt. But as soon as we got out, I saw the one my eyes were constantly looking for. I have no idea what Sarah was talking about during this time. So, taking courage, I turned to the woman on my own, thanking her for her help and saying goodbye to her. Then I headed for Brooklyn. It was a disgusting time. I had no problem with the rain, I loved watching...but only from the warm room. As I walked past the girl, she watched as she pondered her thoughts. I didn't want to bother you, so I waited for you to notice. And it happened, her gaze met mine again so I greeted her with a small smile on my face. She was embarrassed. But she was fine with that little blush. How beautiful. As I stand here in front of her, I could take a closer look at the tiny dimple on her face when she smiles, the blush on her face when she gets embarrassed, and her beautiful blue eyes in which one could dwell timeless times. The smell was sweet. I wanted to keep this scent to myself.
I offered to take her home because she doesn't walk home at a time like this, she still gets sick. I don't know because she was scared or embarrassed but rejected. Yet I took the courage and reached for the car, reaching for the hand, opening the door for her, and putting her in. As I got around the car, I took off my water sweater and the famous red little spot on her face that I loved to see reappeared. Scenes like this tend to be so romantic in movies. In ninety percent of the cases, the man notices that the belt of the woman sitting next to him is not fastened, so leaning in front of her helps her turn it on. However, this option has not been exercised at the moment because it preceded it. The second option is when the man and the woman watch this terrible weather from the car and then as they look at each other the time stops, they find it harder to breathe and their lips touch each other. However, this option is definitely not possible. She would think I was a pedophile if I attacked her lips now. So I started the car towards her house. I knew the area well and I live for it too. Exactly four blocks away. She finally lives here a spit away from me, yet I haven't seen her yet. How can that be? I watched her as we traveled. She looked at the street. I felt like she was the kind of person who could completely get lost in her thoughts. Yet now I wanted to know what you mean. Did she have her heart beat faster as she sat next to me? I thought I'd try to shock you if I could talk to her a few words before we got to the address.
-Have you been working for us in the studio for a long time? - I asked as I pointed my gaze at her.
-For a while! - she replied shortly and concisely.
-I'm sorry we haven't met yet!
And I don't know if I was thinking before I uttered the next sentence but even I was embarrassed. As the girl looked at me when I heard this sentence, I felt the need to cut myself out quickly.
-Ah, I mean, you did an extremely professional job on the set too! Such professionals are worth gold! - what the hell did I say now? But what could I have said? Oh imagine you've been in my head since last night, aren't you crazy? She must think she's a pure idiot. As we arrived at her house, she thanked me for bringing her in and got out. Leaving the scent behind which I didn't mind. This sweet scent swung the car around. I wanted to wait until she went into the house, and in the depths of my heart, I longed for one last look. So as a little kid, I was excited to look back at least once, even if only for a moment. Then she looked back at me. My heart then jumped out. It's as if one wins the lottery five, but no it's not a good analogy. I think that smile was an even bigger prize. So, leaving a small gesture and smile behind, I left the gaze of this glamorous girl. Yet what the hell is going on with me?