"What is this weird thing -- like, I get weird tingles in my stomach when I see him and I feel upset when I don't see him everyday, I like seeing him smile especially if it's direction towards me -- the feeling is so foreign, what is it?"
"Love."
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NOT EVEN AN HOUR into the dinner and the pianist and his taunting eyes still clouded the duration of my brain. Like dark magic he had vanished, disappearing from my sight before I had the chance to look at him a final time.
It bothered me at how quickly he left, but I didn't have time to dwell on it much because I was excusing myself from the table before I could blink.
With the destination being the bathroom, I winded my way through tables until I reached the door and cracked it open to get inside. To my misfortune, a long line awaited me resulting in a sigh to release from my lips.
The tiredness that had coursed through me pre-arriving to Venus De Milo had vanished as soon as I connected eyes with the man.
His eyes spoke words that I made my fingertips light and the pulse of my heart to pick up rapid speed. He looked at me as if I was his star-crossed lover, coming to finally satisfy his every desire. Ashamed, and embarrassed I couldn't say that I would be able to resist the temptation.
Finally, as soon as stall was cleared I rushed towards it and completed my business before taking care of my hygienic needs and heading out of the bathroom. While the midst of walking past the male washroom, he came out, peppermint snug into his cheek while he ambled past me with such grace.
I wasn't completely sure if I should gather his attention, but his head turned so quickly in my direction that I didn't have time to make an articulate decision.
Surprise shining in his eyes caused them to slightly dilate at my presence. But it was swiped away in replacement for a stifling smile that was held by his lips being held captive I between his teeth. Not knowing if I should speak or not, he seems to notice my difficulty.
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"Lost?" He questioned, swooning me in an instant with his smooth as butter tone. Inhaling a well needed breath, I parted my lips for a response but nothing escaped. This only caused his mouth to lift into an amused smile.
"I'm not, I was just coming from the bathroom." Embarrassed, I internally scold myself for even releasing that irrelevant piece of information.
He doesn't seem to mind however as he fully turns his body towards me, causing a whiff of his cologne to breeze across me.
Whilst stuffing his hands into his pockets he looks at me from underneath his lashes. "Your that girl. The one who was staring at me when I was performing." He pinpointed, letting his accusing finger point in my direction.
Letting out a sound between a scoff and a laugh, I say. "Well, you were looking at me first." I argue, only for him to shake his head in objection.
