amsterdam ( central cee )

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an: Not edited its super late.

The song keeps replaying in my head as the lady drags the brush over my nails.

I don't know what it is
That makes me feel like this
I don't know who you are
But you must be some kind of superstar

Cench's words do keep repeating over the song. Finish what you started. He started whatever this might be. He was the one who walked after me that night at the convenience store. He was the one who literally was everywhere I was like he was following me like some stalker. He was the one who picked me up from the kebab shop. As far as I know, he was the one who started this.

My nails take around an hour and fifteen minutes, and I generously pay and tip the lady. She did an amazing job because I can't stop staring at them as I walk out of the salon. They're light pink and have a french tip in an exquisite oval shape. I just fucking love these.

I was so taken by my nails that I didn't notice Cench's car right in front of me. He bangs on the window before cracking it open. I wave and grin. At the sight of him, the song starts my mind again like it was his personal theme song. I smile more at that than at him.

"You almost didn't see me, huh." He gets out of the car and he's instantly towering over me. I look up at him with faked innocence and nod.

"I did!" I keep smiling, that damn song is still haunting my head. "Look at my nails." I push them in his face and he smiles this time. He grabs my hands in his much larger ones and examines them. His touch is warm, it affects me everywhere like a fire lit in the center of my body and spread.

"They're nice." He nods at them and takes just one in his hand. He guides me to the passenger side while holding my hand and I'm pretty sure I'm falling in love with this guy. He opens the door for me and I thank him kindly. When he's beside me on the passenger side he starts the car and races down the streets.

His fingertips still burn on the skin of my hand and I wish his warmth never leaves me. When he switches lanes our eyes meet and he smiles, I could swear it gets hotter every time he does that.

"What you all smilin' for?" He asks and adverts his eyes back on the road.

"I'm not smiling!" I lie.

He lets out a breathy chuckle and shrugs. "If you say so, innit?"

Right as I'm about to reply with a snarky remark, my phone rings. I sigh and roll my eyes grasping for the buzzing device in my purse. It's Marius, who else would it be?

"Shit." I curse softly.

"Huh?" Cench looks at me now. "Everything alright?"

"It's my brother, he'll get a heart attack if I don't pick up," I mumble my fingers hovering over the green and red buttons with doubt.

"Pick up. We don't want him worryin' about you, right?"

I sigh until my oxygen is drained as I kick my head back. I answer the call and my brother's interrogation starts. Where are you? How was work? Did you get home safe? I answer his questions like it's just another day like I'm not about to fuck a superstar and like I'm totally being productive in my life.

He talks about his date for minutes and we were in front of my apartment building by the time he finishes his story. Instead of parking out front like he usually does, he enters the flat garage. I wonder how because you need a keycard to do so. I don't think much of it when we're eventually standing still, figuring he must've borrowed Alexia's.