DISCONTINUED, sorry.

Sasha.

I went off to the shop walking which would take me a mere ten minutes. As I was whistling to myself and walking , I bumped into someone tall. All the paints and spray cans he was carrying fell and spilled all over his and mine clothes. Fuck, what a way to begin a day! That guy bent down and cursed under his breath. As I reached down to help him, he looked at me.
And those eyes were something. Brown orbs with those long eyelashes enclosing them. Such beautiful eyelashes wasted on a man. He caught me staring at him and smirked. He must have been stared at a million times cause he looked like those brooding hot models in magazines. Before I could reach for the last paint can, he caught my hand. I was stunned and dropped my hand immediately. " I'm sorry", the nameless hottie said," but actually it was pretty much your fault". He left me stunned once again with those words. He grabbed the last can and turned and disappeared in the other direction.
I was left staring at the place where we bumped. What crap! Me to blame again? And that too by such a hunk whose even name is not known by me.
I thought it better to get back home than meet someone in this state .
Even as I reached home, I couldn't get him out of my mind.