Love For The First Sight

Chapter 7

Brooklyn POV:

Here I am walking with Bailey and this perfect man by my side. My heart is beating fast. The courage I showed on the beach... I honestly didn't even know myself. Until now, only my withdrawn, confused self was in the foreground around this man. But how did I regret having so much courage? No. Here, Mr. Perfect, who is a head taller than me, walks next to me and I feel safe next to him. It's not like I should be afraid of anything, but now if someone had told me that I should jump out of a plane, and he was there next to me, I might have thrown myself into the fall even without a parachute. Because I wouldn't be afraid.
- How old is Bailey? - the man snapped me out of my thoughts.
- Two years old. That is, it is around. He was still tiny when I adopted him. I found it on the street, I couldn't understand who could be so heartless as to throw away such a sweet and smart dog. - I answered, and you could hear in my voice that I got nervous as I thought of people who were such irresponsible farmers.
- I couldn't be in a better place than you. - he reassured me with his answer and that very sweet smile.
- Do you have a dog too? I asked him.
- There is. Dodger. I adopted her from the shelter.
- He must be cute. - I told him, smiling.
- Someday, if you and Bailey feel like it, you could come over to our place. The garden is big, they could play together.
- We will definitely consider your offer. - I told him, smiling.
- I'm a great cook...if that helps you decide. - threw the next ball.
- Can you cook. - I was surprised.
- If I don't order or sit down somewhere, I cook.
- You would think that someone as famous as you has a special inside chef.
- I would be lying if I said that I didn't have this option, but I grew up in a simple family and I would like to keep it that way.
- You are incredible. - I admired him for this thinking. Ninety percent of people live with it as soon as they have the chance and the energy to lead a better and easier life. But he's not. He remained with his small simplicity of who he was even when he was young. This is Chris Evans. Not the big Chris Evans, just the average person who lives the same life as us.
- Would that be a compliment? - he asked me.
- What? - I woke up from my thoughts.
- Would I be incredible?
- Um..! - my face turned red.
- Did I get you in trouble? - he laughed next to me.
- N-No. - I stammered in my girlish embarrassment.
- Would you have a fever? - he asked as his hand went first to my forehead and then to my face.
Well, after all that, the thermometer would probably freak out from my heat. Mr. Perfect's hands reached me. It's a nice feeling. And now our eyes are looking at each other. I lost it. These wonderful iris blue eyes, I can't get enough of them.
- Brooklyn, I wanted to ask...! - he started but was interrupted by his phone.
- Excuse me, just a moment. Hi Sarah. - greets the person on the other end of the phone.
As soon as I heard that name, somehow the smile froze on my face. I couldn't decide what I felt...sadness or disappointment? What did I expect? With these thoughts I watched the man in front of me. As he hung up the phone, I could see that he was confused. - Don't be angry, Brooklyn. But I must go.
- Nothing wrong..! Go ahead. - I said with a bit of sadness in my voice.
- But my offer still stands. I'll give you my number and when you get it, feel free to come over.
No matter how much I should have been happy that this perfect dream man's number was ringing in my phone, for some reason I was filled with such a strange feeling.
- Goodbye Chris. - I said goodbye to him as I continued the journey home with Bailey.
For the rest of the day, it occurred to me frequently, maybe I should stop daydreaming. He and I are not meant for each other. He needs a woman like Sarah. So I drifted off to sleep with these thoughts.