Seasons

Was it Day 5? - II

I've been looking at Michelle's expression for a minute now. She was calmly sitting down in her chair while fixing her bag.

I was ready to go since I had a quick change because my outfit earlier this morning for rehearsals was all wet and sweaty, so I changed to a black silk dress with my clavicle exposed and paired with a black coat from, of course, your very own Michelle.
 
"You are overdressed, woman."

I flinched upon hearing Michelle. I automatically raised my left eyebrow to question her comment. "Say that I am hot and go."

She zipped her bag and stood up from the chair to get something from her mini-portable vault. "No. You are actually overdressed. It's just a dinner," she commented while getting her camera. She even kissed it before doing some pressing of the buttons. I don't know anymore.

She looks hot. She looks like a pro.
 
"Come on. You literally look like you're a play girl during the rehearsal with that long ass long sleeve polo and those few buttons undone with that denim and black heels. You played with the styling so well. You even had the courage to do that slicked back wet look for your hairdo. You just want to attract women."
 

I felt her staring. When I looked up to meet her gaze, she was parting her lips.

She is wearing a black leather jacket and a blank tank top, paired with a black denim long skirt and white flats.
 
God, she's handsome.

“You are.. fascinating." I blurted out. A teasing smirk escaped her mouth, and it made me realize what I've just done.

"I know," she confidently said.
 
"Fascinating enough to slap," I made as an excuse.
 
She just giggled, obviously not buying it. "Lame excuse, Porsild. Come on, I even paired my outfit with yours. Look, we look like a partner in crim---"

"Couple. Can't you say couple?" A hint of annoyance can be obviously heard in my voice, but I certainly do not have any intention to explain to myself that I am not annoyed.
 
"We're not," she plainly said again, even if she's already smiling. I can sense that she's just talking to counterattack my claims.

"We're not partners either." I irritatedly said not even trying to control the lacking of my patience.

"At least partners are the most decent."
"God. Okay, let's not talk about this. You need to eat."
 
"Nope. I just lost my appetite," I said meanly. I tossed my pouch somewhere and rested my arms on the couch.
 
It took me a few seconds to realize that I acted rudely, but I do not plan to take back what I just did.

When I noticed that she wasn't commenting about my action, I aggressively diverted my attention to her, only to catch her piercing her stare at me.
 
"Manners, Anntonia," she firmly said, bringing me too many shivers.
 
I looked at her and saw her leaning her back against the wall, as if waiting for me to end my tantrums because she does not have any plans to deal with me.
 
"Was I that shallow?"
 
"Yes."
 
Really unbelievable.
 
"My god. Can't you at least sugarcoat your words?" I said, standing up from sitting and picking up my pouch. I walked my way in front of her, and she just followed my actions with her stare, still leaning at the wall.
 
"No. You must hear it," she declared, and she leaned forward to help herself gain her balance. "Let's go?"
 
I just sighed in defeat. Her way to deal with my antics is to fiercely tell me what I am doing and if it is too much for her liking.
 
But I love straightforward people.
 
I shrugged off the crazy thoughts in the back of my mind and followed Michelle, who's now on her way to the elevator. She's silently walking while maintaining her warm smile and sultry posture. I also composed myself and set my game on mode.
 
While waiting for the elevator to open, a couple of co-delegates greeted us.