𝗠𝗬 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗜𝗢𝗨𝗦 𝗙𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗥

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 1

Richard
That was slightly raining outside. I got up from my desk and brewed myself a cup of coffee and went to the small balcony of my apartment. And that was the beginning of our story. The story of who we are today.
The sky was grey and heavy. Nature was calm and quite. I selected this place for it's natural beauty. I was enjoying my coffee and the dullness of the grey beauty. For an introvert person like me, this is like heaven. Breaking my "me time", my eyes caught on s̶o̶m̶e̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶, someone. A girl in a white dress, dancing with the rhythm of raindrops in the garden of the building. From that day on, I was never able to take my eyes off from that person.
I am Richard, Richard Mildfold, a software engineer and CEO in a French software developing cum cyber security company. I'm famous as Brain Monster, whose real face nor real name is known to anyone. The 'Richard', everyone knows is an introvert, who lacks proper communication. Result of being an introvert, I was terrible at socialization. My life was always like the sky of rainy days. Until that incident happened, until a Flower named "Emma" came into my grey solitude world as the ray of sunlight.
Emily Enoshita, a brunette girl who lived at the lower floor of the building and the daughter of the owner of the building.
I saw her twice or thrice before on my way to going office and coming home. We never talked but exchange glance for maintaining basic formalities. She was more likely a "sunshine" girl. She always gave me a warm smile whenever we met. But that day, her dance has caught me off guarded. She looks so lost in the rhythm of nature and dance. Maybe she doesn't know about the forecast of storm so I take the trouble and go down to take her back inside the building. I don't want that "warm smile" to get hurt. Afterall that's common sense as a human begin.... So that I thought.

I take two umbrellas and take the stairs to go down. It's so amusing that, rain is able to calm down a busy place like Paris. I get out from the
entrence and encounter her. Maybe she is unware of my presence as she's still dancing. The cold wind is playing with her hair and the white dress as a paid actor, making her look like white cosmos flower. She takes the next step and turns towards me and become surprise. It takes her some time to calculate the whole situation and finally in an awkward tone, she asked, "How long....are...you here?!" Her cheeks become red in embarrassment as I reply, "Just a few minutes ago. There's a forecast of upcoming strom, you should go inside, miss." She just nod and follow my words.
There's a huge silent between us. To be honest I don't know how to communicate properly with a young girl who is basically silent from the point. In my surprise, she breaks the silent.
"So... How much did you see my dance?"
"From the beginning... maybe" I replied casually.
"Are you stalking me? Or my father hires you to look after me?"
"Wh-what? Repeat please". I'm not sure if I heard correctly. Stalking? Me? It sounds like a joke.
"Are you my stalker?" This time her voice was clear.
"No. I'm not"
"Then why are you watching my dance?"
"You were dancing in the garden which was clearly seeable from my balcony." I'm starting to be irritated. "I thought you don't know about the weather forecast, so I came to warn you."

"Oh... Well... Sorry. I was scared. Thank you." She turns her face towards me and give me the same warm smile and I don't want to admit but I melt.
"It's ok."
"What's your room no.?"
Her question surprise me.
"4F-22. Do you... need something?" I asked.
"Nothing...particular. I just want to know the person's room no. who helped me and lend me umbrella. It's very kind of you." She sounds... happy... maybe!
"Kindness and me is polar opposite. Please don't mix us together, miss...." I paused as I don't know how to address her.
"... Emily. Emily Enoshita. You can call me Emma. Everyone calls me that. And what's your name young man?" Her eyes are full of curiosity. Curious about a person like me?! Not a chance, maybe she just wants to know the person's name who helped her.
"Richard Mildfold." I answerd after collecting my thoughts.
She just smiled and said nothing more.
Elevator stopped at 3rd floor and she get down.
"Take care." I said.
"You too. See you later, Mr. Mildfold"
Maybe someday we'll meet again, We are living in the same building of course. Yea, that's it. No other hidden meaning.
It's just a brief encounter which had started with a... awkward misunderstanding. That's it.
The sound of the elevator takes me back from my thought. Well I've ton of works, let's resume it.