Brown

Chapter 2

The next few days passed in a blur. Amara had almost forgotten about the incident. University seemed more and more interesting with each passing day. She spent the majority of her time in the library for extra credits. Occasionally she would pass on some work to visit the city beach. the beach was warm and welcoming. the salty air refreshed her deeply. it was her moment of peace.

One such evening, tired of all the work, she walked to the beach. The sun slowly dipped down the horizon, a golden glow gliding over the sky. She moved a little further, away from the usual hustle to a cliff slightly afar. It had the best view overlooking the sea. She was thinking about her new assignment. the pink hues of the sky reflected on her face, illuminating her soft brown skin. she didn't realise when someone came along and crouched down beside her.

"Hey, may I join you?" he asked, his voice slightly hoarse from the wind blowing.

she turned,only to find herself staring into the same pair of eyes as the other day. His eyes were grey, like the storm; they had a swirling depth. His jawline was sharp and chiselled. locks of black hair settled themselves on his forehead. Amara had read fictional men but oh to find one staring right back at her.

Realising she was ogling at him, a blush crept down her cheeks. "Yeah sure" she muttered.

He carefully sat down next to her, the explosion of her words fresh in his mind.
"What do you do?"

"I'm a cafe owner" she replied, sarcasm dripping through every word.

"Damn, can't get a word straight out of you, can we?"

Her temper flared, "I'm surprised you even recognised me, considering you were busy laughing."

His smirk widened, challenging her temper. "And here I thought I could make a conversation with you."

"You think? How surprising." She sneered back

"Feisty. I like it."

"Oh please, you can't like anything good."

"I never said you're good."

Her face was flushed, reddened out of anger. The creases on her forehead clearly visible.
"How dare you!"
And before he could respond she grabbed her stuff and stormed off, swearing under her breathe.

He watched her retreating figure with a sigh. 'I never said you're good; good can be compared. You're incomparable.' He whispered to himself.

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The girls were making themselves dinner, casually messing up the recipe, and trying ways to repair.

"Ivy I hate him."

"Who he?"

"The guy who spilled coffee"

"What's wrong Amara?"

And so Amara began the ranting. And she went on and on through dinner and cleaning up until they sat down on the sofa much later.

"What's his name again", Ivy asked.

"I...don't know?" Amara realised, she never asked him his name.

Ivy couldn't stop laughing. "Amara, you had a whole argument with him and...and you don't even know his name".

"I don't even wanna know his name.I'm never being friends with him".