Your Too Sweet [Konigx Reader] ||UnknownRabbit||

5

She is always there.

 After I got back from my long days of missions consist of many follow up that requires me to land travel a lot to get to the destination I am finally back and can rest until the company need me.

But there are instances that I see her in the lobby, going back out and in the apartment building, as well as in the elevator. Until my eyes trail to them like it's a natural habit. Every time I see her pass by, I want to come up to her and strike a conversation, but my head says no due to the last conversation that I felt like I'm being an ass. It does not take a genius to describe the way she looked before she got out the car when I gave her a ride to that university. A look of disgust. 
But I can't help to look at her anyway. The way she looks, the way she walks and the way she brings herself. Her smile is so sweet, and it irritate me. That smile that she gives to a fellow colleague of mine. Simon Riley. Seeing him follow her to the elevator made my blood boil.

It never come to my attention to see her in this light. I don't understand, but she just attracts me like some sort of a magnet.  The universe is just mocking me. Her face popping at my suggestion. Rather, her friend's account. My finger swipe and lurk around her account until I see her face, lucky for me, her friend with a user 'itsmeDaNney' tagged her account to one of the recent. Her in a pink hoodie and a hat on her head with her curtain bangs fall down her circular face while she sips to her iced coffee mindlessly.  Her lips pucker so temptingly. Y/n's account has nothing much just some pictures of a place with her presence within it. Either she is in a blur, or she is facing back from the camera all those ten pictures have that similar description. Her highlight on the other hand has more of her pictures, her younger self, her everyday best moments and at a separate folder is a night hour where everything that happen at the evening up to midnight like clubbing with friends.
The female's account is so public that her recent 'stories' are viewable from a non-follower. It's so easy. In a random picture paste an emoji of shocked and disappointed. My brow raises at this. What does this mean.

My eyes scan at the silent hallway. It's already pass nine PM; did she get home early?
It has been two weeks since I started walking to the lobby and take my smokes here rather than the insides of my apartment. Ever since I notice the pattern of her back and forth when she goes home, my feet take me prior to the time she arrives and just like that. Y/n walk across the lobby's hallway wearing the stress she accumulated during the day. Her strides are big that her small frame can accommodate while her eyes, as always lock towards the elevator noting nothing else. She is so vulnerable. I have to protect her. But of course, this is just my selfish thinking. The woman is pretty capable in handling herself against the odds that life throw at her, something that I admire. According to her social media post, she is working as a secretary at a new company that is rather fast growing and despite her busy schedule, in which she kept complaining on that blue bird app, she has a tight schedule and dislike social gathering to some extent. The woman waited and as she does shift her weight left and right trying to reduce the weight that pressure her small feet in that horrible heels I keep seeing her wear. It gave me the impression that she likes heels, those deadly needle like shoes. As soon as the elevator open, she set foot inside without a thought and a small relief in her face once she stands and waited for it to close. On the other note, my so called, 'watch-duty' is done. Standing up from my chair with the feeling that I will do it again tomorrow evening as long as I am not called to duty.  

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What's wrong of me.  

Simon Riley, codename, Ghost. Looked at me as I pass the document over to Price. The masked man, like me, his eyes the only window to seeing a human facial feature fixed his dark brown eyes to my direction just when I walk in and hand the paper to Price. "How is the mission?", the man spoke opening the folder and reading through it. "It went successful." The man gave my response a nod while I give back the gaze to Ghost. It made me think why he has been eyeing me like this ever since the meeting.  Before the silence got filled by intense starring contest, Soap walked in brightening up the room with his Scottish accent that cause Ghost to look away and instead bring his attention to his close friend. They exchanged words while I waited for Price to finish reading the file and as I waited, I sat down to a near chair bringing the backrest to face my front rather than my back and rest my arm on the top of the backrest.