It was as I say my second day at work in a country far far away from I belong, I saw a guy wearing beautiful black t-shirt that showed his bicep curves and an apron, physically attractive and pleasant very Charming He has a “magic” effect that makes people like him. As Polite as pie He's so good at saying “please,” and “thank you,” very often which makes everyone listen to his words carefully such an extraordinary mixture of a charm, handsomely, upright and chivalrous. I haven't seen anyone like that In my entire life I assume
It was then while everyone at the work were being nice to the new teammate but my eyes were gazing just him from a certain distance, while he was trying out some curry if it's delicious or not he took a spoon full and poured it in his left palm, and licked it a sudden temptation and Adrenaline rush flowed all over my body I bit my lower lip, with sighing gasp
After a long and heavy working day it was when the clock hit 5:00 PM I saw his first glimpse after a work as mine and his working sections were separated today, we both had a little conversation while walking towards the exit door turned out to be as we both live just a street across,
I remember our first cigarettes together were Red, with a filter, of course. He groped around insides of his jacket in search of smokes. His awkward fumbling attracted my attention, and I smiled as I raised my head. I moved closer and caught his eyes as he flipped the lid to reveal a double row of cigarettes, lined up like coffin nails wrapped in silver paper.
Do you have the convenience of a light? I asked,
No, I don’t, he replied, clenching a cigarette between his lips, and I started turning my pockets inside out to show my lack of a handy incendiary his out-stretched thumb and forefinger plucked the smouldering cigarette which is now resting between his lips again, as sparked as a dieing star. I watched him drawing the smoke into his lungs. The world stopped spinning, and I felt dizzy, waiting for him to exhale.I needed that; he said, allowing the white plume to drift over the shoulder.
I returned his smile as my face blanched, the smoke having gone down the wrong way I guess.Don’t forget to breathe out, I said, grinning, or you’ll die coughing.
At that moment, I was hooked.
He stopped his bus just two stops before mine and bid me a farewell
As I replied a “Good night with unsatisfied smile” in a starvation of time, time to spend with him more, to talk to him more
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Ties That Binds Us
Romancethis is a real life story about a girl and a boy from a country that's very separate from each other yet to close to one another, different religious, different mindsets, different perspective, let's see what the author has to say here...
