Hate You Not

CHAPTER EIGHTEENTH

MALVINA:

I watch the sun reach the horizon and  an orange glow surrounding it. The building and houses at a distance far away from this place, starts lighting up as it starts to get darker.

As I sit in the balcony and wonder what kind of trees are present in this forest in front of me, my mind drifts off to a certain pair of dark brown eyes. I realised that I didn’t see him the entire day after our last conversation. It’s not like I am wanting to meet him or anything, it's just that what he said keeps on repeating in my mind.

“Why did he say that?” I stare down at my dress, the soft sage colour giving  me a calm vibes. It is somehow very soothing.

I never thought of my favourite colour, but if I had to choose one, it would be this exact shade of green.

“I don’t even have my phone with me, I wonder what Ronan is doing.” I sigh.

“ Is three or four interactions enough for someone to start liking you? Even if it is possible, is it possible to like someone to this extent?” I ask myself. “I have to google it afterwards.”

“You don’t have to. I know the answer to that.”  I jump at the unfamiliar voice and turn to look at the doorway.

A man I have never- Wait, I have seen him somewhere. He looks young, about the same age as me.

I stare at his dark blue hair which almost looks black and a very outgoing fashion. White casual t-shirt with black cargo pants and the chunkiest pair of boots I have ever seen. It just adds, maybe a couple of inches to his already tall height, making him look like a giant.

I look at his eyes and it clicks, he’s-

“My brother will kill me if he finds out that his love interest has an interest in me.” He says with a hint of humour.

“So you are-”
“Aaron Reed. Connect the dots.” He saunters into the room, that's when I notice the two coffee mugs in his hands.

“Here.” He hands me the deep green one and settles with the pink one onto the seat opposite to me.

“What? I like pink. Don't judge.” I realised I was looking at his cup a little too long.

“I wasn't judging you, besides you don't look like someone who cares about others' judgments.”

“Well I guess,” he shrugs, “Except when you talk about my toys of course.”

“Toys? As in toys, like the one babies play with?” His funky sense of fashion and weird talks wasn't enough?

He smirks and pulls out a small rectangular box or- wait, it's- I look at the logo at the top, a silver, three-pointed star.

“My type of toys. I will take you on a ride someday.” He clicks his mug with mine.

“Is everything green in this house?” I changed the topic.

“Long story. My brother, he’s obsessed with the colour green.” He huffs “He even has a green car. Like they are pretty, I know, but the obsession is impossible.”

“What-”

He leans closer to me and signals for me to lean closer.
“You know what, there’s a rumour that he even wears green underwear.” He whispers with a serious look on his face.

“Really?” I whisper yell. An image of  Adrian in green underwear comes to my mind.

“Look at you. You are imagining it, aren't you?” Aaron makes a disgusted face and leans away “That’s so wrong to think about someone you met so recently.” He puts emphasis on the last word.