The boy I like

01

Maya is a Data Analyst and Lucas (nicknamed: Luke) is a Business Manager. They work for the same company where Maya finds data and analyses the products they sell so the company knows if the product sells well or not, Luke decides to sell the products (despite the analysis) and have his employees sell them.

Maya

One night after a busy day, I suddenly look at him and he seems unnecessarily gorgeous and glowy than ever. 

Is this a dream?

I step close to him. 

"What?" he asks. 

This is definitely a dream. 

I move closer. I just want to touch him. To feel him. To hug him. To kiss him. But I don't know if he'll like it or not. It had not been more than 3 months since we had stayed together because of the same company we work for. So I am not entirely sure if he is comfortable around me.

I do the dishes, and he cooks. I do the laundry, and he cleans. We don't even take turns and be awkward about it because we've known each other to know each other's favourite things to do around. He likes to cook and no matter how much  I try to cook, it ends up not so good (I added sugar instead of salt in a curry that was supposed to have its spices right).

I'd say we were close enough but I had no idea if we were just roommates or if he thought of me in any other way.

He doesn't move. Rather, he calls out my name to remind me of the reality.  

Maya. 

Did he really think calling out my name would bring me back to reality? 

Because he is wrong. 

It is now or never. 

Maya. 

He calls again. What are you doing? 

He pauses. He swallows. He takes a step back and I move closer. 

I just want to. 

We continue moving forward and back for 2 minutes which felt like eternity until he slams himself on the wall behind him. 

We are an inch apart from each other and my eyes shift to his lips before it travels back to his hazelnut brown eyes. His eyes take me in. "You look beautiful without these ugly frames." I tell him as I remove it off his face and place it carefully on the table next to us only to glance back at his now bare eyes. 

Fuck. I shouldn't have taken it off. 

I hold my hands mid-air close to his face and trace the outline of his face. 

"Can I?" I ask, and he immediately realise what I was asking. 

Maya. He whispers, but this time it was different. 

There was a mix of warning and something else in his voice. I am not sure what the "something else" was in his voice. 

I don't proceed. His warning made me rethink and decide. 

I step back once. Twice. But before I take my second step back, he stops me. 

Maya. 

His voice was deep and there was a hint of sadness. Did I make him sad? Uncomfortable? I shouldn't have done this. What was I thinking? Now or never? 

I  didn't even think about his feelings. 

-ya.  Finally, I hear him. I take a look at him, tears forming in my eyes. 

I could never be his. He is just so perfect. He is tall. He is kind. He is smart. He has a good fashion sense and music taste. He is my parents' favourite. He is perfect. 

For heaven's sake Maya. Can you please listen to me? I've been calling you for so long. 

The pleading in his voice made me look at him. I suck him in. He is the most beautiful person I've seen and I have been wasting this moment lost in the cloud of my thoughts.  

Plead. Perhaps it was the pleading I heard behind the mix of warnings.