Unwelcome Emotions

S01- Chapter 3

She held my hand again. Doesn't it seem like she has a bit too much love for my hand? She won't let go of my hand! I might be overthinking, but holding a girl's hand isn't a big deal. I don't need to romanticize it! Someone just shoots me! I don't even want to go to the birthday party now. Why is this happening to me? I want to be with her, know her name, and figure out what she does. What does she like? Is there happiness or sadness in her life? Does she even like me? Shut up again!

from the shop in the mall to the exit gate, even after we got into her car, she didn't let go of my hand. The bouquet lay on the seat in front, and her driver drove the car.

"Here's the address," I said, opening WhatsApp on my phone and showing it to her.

She took a photo of address and sent it to her lady driver. I was staring at her car, Car was so Stunning that I felt like I was in paradise. I thought she had forgotten that she was holding my hand.

"My hand?" I asked.

She pulled her hand back, looked towards the car window and then back at me. I don't know why she looked at me again. Her two seconds of silence was giving me more anxiety. There's a lot of traffic; otherwise, it wouldn't take more than 10 minutes but now we're stuck in traffic. She finally broke the silence and said,

"I like your dress. In a graceful sway of fabric, light purple dress adorns its wearer like a whisper of twilight. Its delicate hue, reminiscent of blooming lavender fields, dances with the softest touch of elegance. Embroidered motifs tell tales of timeless tradition, while the gentle drape evokes a sense of ethereal enchantment, captivating hearts with its understated charm & that mole on your neck looks very nice."

She glanced at my mole. I touched it with my hand and then smiled, saying, "Thank you."

It sounded so foolish when I heard it, it sounded nice, but I didn't understand anything, it felt like she was praising.

The car was very quiet, and I could hear its bumps. I wasn't sure if they were coming from her or her driver. Still, she didn't turn her face. Looking at her was causing me a great deal of tension, how do I handle myself? It felt like I was experiencing all mental problems such as depression, anxiety, ADHD, OCD for the first time, all at once. I was looking at the traffic through the windshield. I thought watching the boring traffic was the right thing for inner peace. My friend called, and I completely forgot; I was thinking about calling her back when I picked up the phone, then I decided to keep it aside.

"Just stop the car here," I said.

The driver stopped the car, and I tried to open the door, but I couldn't. The Woman in the cream suit was getting closer, which made me a bit more anxious. I couldn't stop myself from smiling when her hair brushed against my face. Her coming towards me was about to give me my first heart attack, but before I could even panic, the door swung open in the blink of an eye! It was like a race between my heart and the door, and guess who won? I nodded my head with a bowed "thank you." She smiled and got out of the car, and the lady driver handed me the bouquet.

I've got to leave now.