CIXOT EVOL

New beginnings ☀

⏸️The Memories

Penn said goodbye to the guy she was dancing with, but she couldn't stop thinking about the mysterious guy. She headed back to the table where she was sitting. As the night went on, the mysterious guy left the bar quietly, without anyone noticing. His departure added to the mystery surrounding him—how he managed to leave unnoticed was a puzzle, fitting his mysterious personality.

He seemed to be a mix of different moods, sometimes warm, sometimes distant, making it hard to understand him. The atmosphere around him was always changing, leaving people curious and fascinated about who he really was. As Penn was busy on her phone, she was really into researching what the infinity symbol meant. She didn't even notice when the mystery guy walked by, looking at her. The feeling of connection they shared at the bar came back, making her wonder why she felt like smiling while she was looking up the symbol.

Their interaction, shaped by the mystery guy's mysterious vibe and Penn's interest in the infinity symbol, made for an intriguing mix of curiosity and wonder. Even as the mystery guy disappeared, leaving Penn with unanswered questions, there was still a sense of connection that lingered, giving her something to think about and memories to ponder.

As everyone headed back to the table, ready to call it a night, we all  hugged each other and said our goodnights. Jessica went to the ladies' room, and I stepped outside. Then, in the middle of all the emotional chaos, Larry grabbed my arms, trying to start a conversation. But before we could say anything, the mystery guy stepped in, taking hold of my arm, and pulling me close. Suddenly, we were face to face, with tension thick in the air. We stared into each other's eyes, silently communicating.

The strong feeling in that moment, when we looked at each other, made a connection that was hard to ignore. Just as things got intense, Larry's voice broke the spell, calling my name urgently. We looked away from each other, interrupted by Larry's passionate cry. He begged for forgiveness and a chance to talk. In the midst of this emotional moment, the mystery guy calmly asked what I wanted to do. I decided to leave, and with the mystery guy still holding my arm, we quickly dashed up an alley, putting some distance between ourselves and the chaotic situation with Larry.

As we hurried away, I felt strangely safe, like nothing could harm me. His grip on my hand stayed strong as we walked through the alley, and I couldn't shake the feeling—was this what a real connection felt like? I thought back to our first touch, wondering if he felt it too, or if my sweaty hands made it hard to tell. But he didn't let go, like the touch meant more than just a moment's discomfort.

Our hurried escape led us to where I live, seeking refuge from all the emotions. When we got there, the mystery guy, still worried, asked if I was okay. I replied confidently, saying "yes," letting him know that I was fine. Caught up in all that had happened that night, I paused before asking the mystery guy something. "Can I ask you something?" I inquired, hoping to clear up some of the confusion swirling inside me. He casually urged me on, saying, "Sure, go ahead," giving me the green light to ask my question.

Curious about our mysterious meeting, I asked, "were you waiting for me?" His response was cold and sharp, "Is that what you think?" Despite his mysterious demeanour I took a step back, attempting to create distance. However, my body seemed to betray me—frozen, eyes wide open, I stood in stunned silence.

In that strange moment, he reached out his hand, asking for my phone. I was puzzled by the request, feeling a bit lost. I handed it over, his eyes, brown and intense, seemingly piercing my soul. He dialled his number, maintaining an unwavering gaze as the seconds ticked by. The spell was broken when I abruptly snapped out of my trance, hastily reclaiming my phone. As I made my way inside, I left him outside, a perplexing smile gracing his lips as he sauntered away, perhaps back to the pub, his mysterious aura lingering in the night air.

Leaning against the wall, I couldn't shake off the aftermath of our encounter. His cologne. It was like being wrapped in a captivating scent symphony. Fresh grapefruit notes burst out, mingling with the warmth of spices. And there was a subtle hint of flowers, adding a delicate touch, seamlessly blending into a complex mixture. As I savoured the scent, it transformed into a mix of sweet, dusty wood, creating a rich fragrance that intrigued me. A faint hint of lavender floated in, bringing a sense of calm to the mix. And there was a touch of exotic sweetness, like liquorice, adding depth to the aroma. Revealing each layer something new and captivating.

As I continued to inhale, the scent revealed layers of patchouli and vetiver, earthy and comforting aromas that grounded me. It seemed to cling to my clothes, wrapping me in its embrace and creating a close bond with the mysterious fragrance. A hint of musk added depth, leaving behind a trail of mystery that intrigued me further. It was like following a trail of clues, each scent leading another layer of the story.

In this moment against the wall, the lingering scent became a vivid memory, a sensory imprint of an encounter that transcended the visual and delved into the realm of the intimately aromatic, creating a lasting impression that resonated in the recesses of my mind.

As the night ended, I lay in bed with thoughts of the mystery guy swirling in my head. His image seemed to be stuck there, refusing to leave. I tried shaking it off by giving myself a little slap on the face, but it didn't seem to work.

I even gave myself a little slap again, hoping it would help, but no luck. Now, I faced a dilemma: should I reach out and text him, or just let the whole thing fade away into memory?