Find me

4.

How he knew where I lived, without me telling him, was beyond my head.

"You're early."

That was the only thing I could say.

"Had time."

His voice on top of that smile was caramel on chocolate. He adorned a body hugging white full sleeve tshirt along with a pair of not-skinny jeans. And easy slip-on sneakers.

"Okay, enough with the staring."

The lines on his face were stressed and I realized he was truly uncomfortable.

"It bothers you? You must be used to it." I made way for him to enter and ushered him in.

"I hate being objectified." He said.

"Sorry." I mumbled giving him the puppy dog face so he would lighten up. He giggled and plopped on my couch.

"Can I get you something to drink?"

"No."

"Eat?"

"Its fine."

"Okay. Well, then what do we do? We got some time."

"We can talk. I wanna know more about you. Would that be okay? Too soon?"

"Oh no. Its fine with me. I mean we're practically gonna be working besides each other. We should get to know each other."

A huge smile appeared on his face.

"So, what do I don't know about you?"

"Well, I was born in Spain but I was raised in England. I just moved here a while ago. I'm studying business and accounting apart from working for FCB. And I love football."

"Wow. So, you're like a nerd?"

"No, just don't have much to do besides studying."

"Oh. So, I'm guessing you're single."

"Guess so."

This is what he actually intended to get to know. He nodded his head once and shifted closer to me on my couch.
Suddenly, the aura changed. I got a weird feeling in my stomach.

"Are you?" I felt obligated to ask it.

"Yes."

And then, he moved his hand on top of mine but I withdrew my hand as quickly as possible. He was definitely making me uncomfortable all of a sudden. It felt like he was another person. Not the Neymar who had just entered my house a while back. A different one.

After a bit of some awkward silence, he commented. "You look very nice."

I was wearing a short flowy dress along with my converse for comfort. I was starting to feel that the dress wasn't a good idea. It showed a lot of leg and I was gonna be in a house full of guys.

"Thanks. But I think I'll change into something else. I don't wanna go like this." I said and got up immediately to climb up my stairs and get away from him.

First step and I felt him grab my hand to stop me.

"Don't do that. You look really good and comfortable."

I wanted to still go up but he was holding my hand in a death grip. There was a new coldness in his eyes that warned to not disobey.

I nodded my head and he thankfully released my hand.

"Lets go then." His smile was back and he gestured to leave.

I nodded and grabbed my phone from the table and then we walked out the door.