I still can't abide her out of my mind. Last night was so fetching, that I could not take off my stares at her. I feel loved for a movement, a hope to get from her. I know nothing about her other than her name, I couldn't see her so distinctly. What if she's David's girl? I don't think because he is engaged with someone.
I moved out of the house to the nearby bookstore by my bicycle. Even though I have my father's car I use my bike, I want to feel the chilling breeze of June.
Probably every store person knows me. I have been to Cambridge since my birth, and everyone around me is friendly and endearing.
I went into the shop. There were fewer people inside, twins, the owner, and me.
"What do you want boy," the owner asked me like he was irritated by the twin's gossiping about the pens.
" Can I have more pages containing directives?" I asked him.
"Give me some sec," he said. putting the chair and stepping on it.
He stepped down with four oversized notes in his hand and dropped on the plain. I was browsing the notes when I heard someone's footsteps reaching into the shop.
"Don't take that. Have a dark one, if you're buying for illustrations" She whispered to the twins silently.
I gave a side look to her. It's again her 'Daisy' Why did she get in here? Did she recognize me? She didn't notice me, she was just standing between me and the twins.
"Stick to your things, kids! I can't take out everything for you two. Make a quick decision and move" he seemed irritated by the kids and said it louder.
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However, the kids are confused about what to pick. Daisy pointed out the dark pens for them and said to pack for them. I was standing still, watching them, I could not hide my smile.
She looked at me in a hazed look and smiled.
"I want bookmarks, journals, pens, watercolors, and pastels. And yes dimensions brushes" she asked the shopkeeper.
My eyes fell on the tiny tattoo on her wrist "Bloom" written in italic fonts. She figured out that I was staring at her hand.
"Hi. Did we meet anywhere else" asked me, raising her dark brown eyebrows.
I faced her and responded.
" Well, Yesterday night at the station, and the Western Ave too"
She was surprised by my response and replied.
"Ahh! White shirt guy"
What!! 'white shirt guy'? Did she remember me like this? Should I take it personally? I can't cause it's not her fault, I didn't mention my name to her.
"Umm!! I sighed, Yes! " I replied to her.
We went out of the shop. She faced me
" I couldn't thank you better, thanks more for dropping me at the spot".
I handed over the brooch that she dropped in the car while napping.
"You dropped this! And nice to meet you, Daisy". I took my bike and started walking.
"Wait! Your name? You didn't mention your name" she shouted from back.
I stopped and turned at her "It's Bloom". She stays stunned without saying a word, puzzled.
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Romance> ....................... " I turned around and looked at him, His 'EYES' were hazel with green flecks, in where someone can fall in dreams of love and grief." ~~DAISY "I just can't act like I don't have feeling...
