HE IS NOT MY HUSBAND

Boyfriend A

I'm alone taking fries and sundae while writing on my artwork doodle notebook. I put my earphones on my left ear just to stay inspired as music can figured my way of thinking.

There are a lot of people at the moment since it was a cold afternoon on the 13th day of June. I was at McDonald's by the way.

Intendedly, I'm on the thirteenth table good for four on the thirteenth chair where my bag is seating right beside me.

While on my left is a mirror where I can see the gloomy atmosphere with a few raindrops falling from a heavy thick clouds perfect for a refreshing thoughts.

Its been a rainy day but I used to wear big white tee and jeans paired in a rugged shoes. Mural with a bracelets on both wrist instead of a twitch gloves or fluffy jacket that keeps me away from cold. I tied my hair in a messy bun while just wearing plain red lipstick on my facade. Purposely natural as it came.

Since I figured out everybody that surrounds me. There's a man came in a black cap, white tee and blue jeans paired with cosmo shoes. Wrist watch on his left, plain black as for the word manly.

As I'd expect he sat down on a chair right in front of me. Sliding a note which is written "would you mind?"

Can't help but to smile by just looking at it. Remembered someone who is truly important. But now, all has change.

I wrote on my pad paper "i wouldn't mind" since I'm sitting on a good for four table. I gave it back without looking at him and continued to write for the thoughts in my memory.

I am aware that he's looking at me while sipping up his hot coffee when I was dipping my French fries to a cold sundae.

His stares, its a bit disturbing. I can't actually write while someone is eyeing on.

Trying to make him cease, I look at him and it happen that the situation made a switch. I was the one who halt for a moment, impermanently mute and drop off in a portal of POV.

And it's starting with an sentry ward as a power up which is happens to be a true sight, revealing his hazel eyes. It is the color of the light in a forest between light brown, gray and green. His nose so perfectly structured and his lips is excellent to touch. His skin is white but not too white as snow, its a human white skin. A man that is good for a tomorrow.

He didn't have emotions while staring at me. It was plain, no happiness or sadness. But those eyes, they're like TOP's eyes. Catchy but it's not hazel at it was in him.

"Don't look at me like that" I utter.

My expectation did not happen in reality because he did SMILE. He doesn't say anything or look at me angrily. He SMILED.

"Why not?" Finally his husky deep voice filled my eardrums, and it was good. If feels like talking to Joseph Marco. Then he smiled again, repeating the scenario.

But its not just a typical smile. It's a smile that can melt the iceberg which destroy the Titanic and a smile that can freeze the burning sun. Its too perfect for a perfect man.

"You've said you wouldn't mind" raising the paper that I slid 2minutes ago.