Foreigners of Love

7.5

Yara's POV

My mind literally has gone blank. It happens every time Naomi initiates physical contact with me. First it started with her holding my hand when we were at the restaurant, then she wants to be the one to put the lip gloss on my lips whenever u want to reapply. Now it has escalated to her putting her head on my shoulders and sometimes holding my inner thigh.  I'm just so not used to so much physical contact. I genuinely believe that I am going into overdrive. Don't get me wrong, I love that she's doing that. But god, I just wish that I could stop being so mushy whenever she does it. Every time, I get shy and can't look her In the eye.

I'm honestly just glad that she finds me adorable, because I believe that if the roles were reversed then I would have found myself to be annoying. I have no flirting skills whatsoever and I could just imagine myself being so awkward trying to make a move on her.

But one thing for sure is that no one can tell me that I do not look good. Earlier on this week, I went through a transition of starting out with lazy fits, and then things started to get better because I went thrifting and washed my hair. I came into class styled in what I like to call the Doobie wrap, with my brown bobby pins displayed for all to see.

Hours before our date, I've already decided that I wanted to wear a dress. Yes, I'm calling this little get together a date. Well, there is a part of me that hopes that this is considered a date.

Regardless before our planned meet up time, I searched up the restaurant and it's very much extravagant, and colorful. Instagram reels show that all throughout the night, all different types of colored lights are used. It just seemed like a fun place to have some downtime. I felt like my regular black satin going out looks wouldn't match well with the ambiance so I went a little bit out of my comfort zone.

In the back of my closet I found these almost skin brown transparent bejeweled boots that initially caught my attention, and I so desperately wanted to wear. From there, I already knew the accessories that I wanted to wear. Thirdly, I wanted to showcase these boots and not hide them so wearing long pants or a long skirt no longer became a possible clothing option. It was either a mini skirt or a cute little dress. And the cute like green mini dress that I had with the sweetheart neckline paired perfectly with those shoes that I initially had. The dress I remember being an impulsive buy because the color itself was something that I've stayed away from all throughout my high school career. However, with college comes with trying to be comfortable being out of your comfort zone, and plus both my boobs and butt look amazing in the dress. So there is no hesitation in choosing it to be the dress of the night.

In fact, the detachable bejeweled long sleeve that comes along with the dress, I find makes the dress a little bit on the classier side and not necessary to wear for later on tonight.

[ 👇🏾 Yara's Dress ]

After putting the dress on, it was just like I transformed into a whole different woman of confidence. I knew that before I left my dorm that I looked, smelled, and felt extremely good. But the moment I made eye contact with Naomi outside of the restaurant all that confidence felt like it was being flushed down the toilet. I first saw her walking to the entrance and thought about acting like I didn't see her so I can get myself in order, but that damn driver said that he had to quickly go pick someone else up. So as nicely as he could have, he kicked me out of the vehicle, well of course, after paying the transportation fee.

As we were coming in, Naomi holding my hand didn't do anything for me. To be honest, I thought nothing of it and just followed her lead.

"Hi, we're here to meet someone. His name is Silas. Silas Van"

Silas Van?

Is that what his last name was. I never even realized or paid attention to such a thing. To be honest, my mind kind of always went blank whenever he was around. I don't want to come off as someone unintelligent, but I feel like I portray such an image when I am around them. How did I not even try to initiate small talk yet? It's always me responding or allowing them to always start the conversation. I'm honestly blaming it on anxiety.

But as Naomi and I were walking through to the restaurant towards Silas, I could happily confirm that it looked way better in person than it did online. Brent Faiyaz was playing in the background, and that itself made me even more relaxed. But as soon as I made eye contact with Silas those nerves spiked back up again. He just looked so good tonight. The undone first three buttons of his brown long sleeve shirt gave you just enough of a view of the huge pecs that he has and who knows what other great things under there. On his neck there was also a pearl necklace with diamond studs in between each pearl that went so well with the rings that he wore on his index, middle, and pinky fingers.  

"Hey, I hope you girls don't mind me choosing a table in the back"

Unexpectedly, or just to my surprise while he said that, he pulled out both my and Naomi's chairs and sat down only after we did.  Naomi and I were both sitting across from him and pretty close to each other if I might say. So close, my thighs touched hers and I was enveloped with a mixed scent of what I know to be Japanese cherry blossom and I believe Yves Saint Laurent Black Opium. How did I know? Well black opium is one of my go to scents for the summer time, and I just am really into scents. Like, I have a huge collection of perfumes and even some cologne because they just smelt too good not to have.

"Yara? Did you want something specific as an appetizer?"

Taking a quick glance at Naomi, I answered by suggesting Chalupas or beef empanadas. We ordered both and the atmosphere while eating the appetizers was actually pretty relaxing.

As a group we were getting close and that in itself I was happy about.