She's patrichor, the Earthy scent of first rainfall. The pleasant aroma makes you wonder, makes you feel different in a nicer way, it makes you believe how wonderful the entity is and suddenly everything around you starts looking pleasing to the eye...
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We clulessly stand on the outermost surface of the company, cold breeze swap through us as we gaze each other mindlessly. I felt embarrassing.
“I don’t have a car” And she gave the wildest expression as that’s the most alien thing for anyone to say.
I couldn’t help but regret for denying to yuvansh's demand. I wish, I wish I could have listened to him and got myself a lavish car of my dreams. She is strong willed to go with me but I couldn’t take her on my bike. Not in the dress that she is wearing.
Unintentionally my gaze drops down on her as she hastily cross her legs in pointed heels. Grey skirt of hers is tight on her thighs along with a short blazer of the same colour. I look somewhere else not to make her uncomfortable but only if that’s possible.
She seems beyond price to sit on my bike.
My eyes flicker back to her reddish arm and I regret all over again.
Her gaze softens as I look at her one more time. “oh, we- we can take a-” she hang in middle matching my nervousness. I look at my bike helplessly. I usually don’t feel conscious of my things but the situation as today makes me lower in front of people like hers.
“you call him and say, you cant make it dues to urgency” I encourage her to back out.
“oh really? Why don’t you do the same. I’ll be happy to carry forward from here.” The audacity of this women. She has taken oath to be on my nerves.
Her gaze held into mine certainly as she asks. “can you drive?”
“yes”
“safe enough to be back on my two legs?” I roll my eyes ignoring her.
“safe enough to be back on your two legs with ten toes.” I say confidently.
“whatever” She has such unpredictable sass.
She swiftly takes out her phone from that short blazer to make a call. “Get my car ready, I have to reach somewhere.” I’m sure that was rude. No hello nothing, she gave order and hangs up before waiting for any response.
We stand by the parking lot as leaves sway with the blow of cool wind. I notice the enormous campus of the company which I fail to give attention in all these years, it is looking special green today. The weather is die for as trees are almost bending with the presser of weak storm.
Do you ever feel the air so special that it tells you the forecasting. “it’s going to rain.”
“it’s going to rain.” Her captive eyes goes wide as we said it together. The more I try to ignore her the more comes close clashing with me. I turn to the other side as we wait.
In ten minutes Lamborghini huracan comes braking in front of us. The driver gets down and comes from the right side to hand over the keys to her.
She quickly forward her palm to me with the keys. “is this your car” I ask knowingly and She bob her head in acceptance.
