I Never Told You.

A Pair of Dark Brown Eyes.

When I look up, I see the room is blurry and a dark shadow of a man catches my attention...its HIM! I'm shocked and a bit confused.

"Why are you here now?", I whisper in a raspy voice and immediately get cut off.

He releases a loud sigh and I can hear my heart thumping at a fastened rate.

"Hey, Relax. Sorry, for spilling coffee all over you. But, I didn't know you would react in such a way! I mean, it was just a spill. I can't even see it on your shirt.", He shouts with a hint of nervousness.

It took me a moment to realise it wasn't him. Why would it be? I'm definitely going crazy. I wipe my teary cheek with the back of my white shirt and take a deep breath before replying, still not meeting my eyes with his.

"Look, its fine. I didn't take any offence. You didn't have to come all the way here to apologize." I say, taking a long sigh of relief.

This is when I realize I never noticed who I was talking to. I took a glance at the man beside the door. The second his dark brown eyes landed on me. I could hardly breathe. I am so humiliated, he just saw my break down and I didn't want any questions that led to confusing answers.

He has short dark brown hair perfectly around his face curling at the ends. He has a sharp nose and a skimpy beard. He formed his lips into a pout, making his face look cute or handsome even. He was wearing a crimson red polo shirt clinging to his ripple muscles tagged with a green Starbucks apron.

He raised one eyebrow and I realised I had been staring for too long, blood rushed to my cheeks as I blushed fiercely.

He awkwardly coughed and smirked slightly, "Oh sorry. I thought it was me", chuckling at the end with concern still written in his eyes.

"I'm Rohan, I work as a part time waiter here at Starbucks", he claims softly while extending his right hand.

I look at his hand for a second, I spot a full sleeve of tattoos. Though, I keep it to myself not wanting to pry leading me to wonder he doesn't seem like the person to have that many tattoos.

But, nowadays, it's pretty hard to read someone's face and their true intentions, Like taking HIM for an example, he seems so innocent, after all he is my...

Rohan interrupts me, "So, are you going to shake my hand or no?", obviously seemed offended.

"Oh, sorry.", I extend my hand meeting it with his soft olive skinned hand. A warmth spread throughout my body. It felt good.

He laughs, "You think too much, you can let go now I mean I don't mind or anything.". He gives me a wink while flashing his white perfectly shaped teeth.

Once again, I feel my cheeks turning into a bright red shade of embarrassment.

I turn around to hide my flushed face, but feel a bit wobbly, I suddenly slip along the wet floor. I close my eyes, waiting for a slam, but it doesn't happen. Rather, I feel a warm arm slung across my waist. My eyes peek open to meet a familiar pair of dark brown eyes.

Rohan.

The intensity of his stare brings me back to reality and I put on my emotionless mask not wanting to give away my feelings. It's better that way.

The ends of his mouth turn upwards into a curl and before he could say anything....

I slip out of his warmth feeling cold all of a sudden and run out the door. I push my way past the people in Starbucks, out the café.

Rubbing my arms feeling chilly, I make my way home.

Thank you all for giving me so many views and votes and supporting me! This is not the end, I will be updating soon. Sorry for the wait. YAAY! Who do you think she will end up with? Whats going to happen next!? xoxox-Bollywood Fanatic.