First impressions are always bad, does it even matter now that I think, the answer is yes. As this guy has done the ultimatum not even creating a bad but the worse impression on me. For the past five minutes, he has been staring right through the window and fiddling with the car keys.
Is he trying to show off his car? I'm depressed.
Should I try initiating a conversation? Even though this is not my thing, but there yet is a day for everything.
"Biscuits?" And HECK YEAH! THAT IS WHAT I ASK HIM. NEVER MIND I'M BAD AT THIS.
This did earn thanks from him, and here we go again with the awkward silence.
Should I be honest with him and ask him if he was that jerk? Isn't that a little straightforward? What if I'm wrong? Embarrassing? What if he doesn't remember? What if he is a jerk? What if he is not? What if he is my soul mate?
That is out of the question.
Well, welcome to an overthinker's brain, where we overthinkers overthink even the slightest of things. Well even though this isn't the slightest and sure performs a big deal in my life, WHY AM I OVERTHINKING ABOUT THIS GUY?
He is a jerk. Who flirts with a woman on the road so FUCK IT.
"Are you the bastard who was flexing his beauty and flirting in the middle of the road? Not technically middle but while I was walking?"
Let's be honest. Shouldn't we?
"Is that supposed to be specific?" He asked with those puppy eyes. I hate puppies ugh.
"What's with those puppy eyes?"
"I'll take that as a compliment."
A smile appeared on his face.
"I hate puppies," I added, just a little touch for no misunderstandings.
"No, wait SERIOUSLY? YOU ARE HEARTLESS." So what, it is my heart duh. My choice. But this is the first time somebody has ever called me heartless. OVER PUPPIES.
"I would like it if we do not divert from the topic."
"What was the topic again?"
I'm blank. Utterly Blank. Is this guy truly dumb or is he acting to be dumb? I want to smash my head into that window. This is serious. How am I supposed to tell him that?
"This is serious."
I could not even recognize my voice. He did flinch a little and responded to my question. Me just being horrible enough on our second meeting. Maybe this is the reason I do not mix with others at all. Just one, who left me, ma, pa us alone and ran away. Far far away, where even we could no longer find her.
"Are you even listening to me? This was supposed to be serious." He asked me as he clicked his fingers to bring me back from my dreamland.
Before I could answer, Usha aunty asked us whether our talk was over. It sure gave me a little idea of him, that he was a lunatic.
It all depends on our next conversation.
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