Bjorn Wryner Vlasmo
Finishing off my Ziti Alla Norma pasta with the final touch of cheese on-top. It took me way too much time to cook the dish; thanks for the recipe, Chef Lidia Bastianich’s comprehensive cookbook – I can’t wait for Cleo to come.
I fixed myself in front of the mirror and looked at the reflection of an extremely handsome-godly face of this young man. I straightened my plain white t-shirt, tucked from my pants and sprayed my favorite long lasting Tom Ford Fucking Fabulous perfume. Neat, handsome and hot, fuck, all in one.
I brushed my fingers through my hair and winked, fuck, if only I could marry myself. But that’s no option, I want to marry someone else.
From the mirror, I looked at the time above my door and saw 19:57 on the clock; 3 more minutes until my future wife comes. I took the plate from the bar table and placed it in the dining that is filled with scented candles all around the condo, and the freshly picked flowers in the middle – smells fucking good.
I quick-scan the whole room: warm lights, flowers and petals, pasta and wine, scented candles, classical light music – damn, this ain’t no honeymoon Bjorn Wryner Vlasmo yet, why does it feel like one?
I turned and went to the door and as soon as I heard the doorbell ring – I unintentionally opened it too fast. Fuck. Now, it feels and looks like I’ve been standing here, waiting for her for the last 10 minutes – I could’ve waited for around 20 seconds to make it look like I still need to walk to the door.
Wow.
That is all I’ve got to say. In fact, the word doesn’t even budge an inch to compare to this lady in front of me. Damn, she’s wearing all white like she’s about to marry me – I can see her smooth delicate arms – off here, running up through her clothes that accentuated her outfit for today. Fuck. This outfit suits her very well, oh- damn, how did she get here? No one else saw her wearing this, right?
She looks really meek with her hair; it really humbles her face – so fucking beautiful. I reached her eyes, hell nah. This will be my death; those two brown eyes that if I may – I only want them to focus on me. I went down to her lips; it would be better if I have them with mine right now. I wonder how soft those are.
I shook my head with the thought. Let’s focus on the date and not too much with the date. I might not be able to control myself with these thoughts the more I ponder them.
“Come in,” I smiled sweetly as I welcomed her. She did her small smile and made her way in, and I kissed her on the left cheek that made her shocked and acted as if she was ready to punch me, damn, that was hot.
If I could just kiss that fucking neck right now, I wouldn’t mind not kissing you on the cheeks.
I raised both of my hands, surrendering, and swinging my head from left to right.
“That’s just how I greet my guests,” I said informatively.
Really, that’s how I do it. She’s my very first guess I had after living in this condo for years, I may as well take this as an advantage. The bonus part is that I ain’t even lying.
She had this ‘ayan ka nanaman’ look on her face and I shrugged it off and smiled at her. Looking at her intently in the eyes-
“I can take it back if you want,” I smirked. She quickly looked away and walked straight inside.
“No need,” she replied. I didn’t even see her reaction, I imagined she’s all flustered. I smiled from the thought.
“It’s courtesy to greet back, y’know?” I teased as I followed her inside.
