Disguise♔ z.m

Thirty nine

I pull back the door.

"Nora," he breathes.

I suck in a bunch of air before bombarding him with my words.

"I'm sorry that I called you back, but I have something to say, and I-I don't want it to seem as though I'm forcing you to, but it will be really great if you listen to what I have to say."

"I am listening," he says with a glint of humour in his eyes.

I crack a smile and shake my head before continuing.

"I have a sister who's getting married in a week or two, and I will need someone to accompany me. Unfortunately, everyone I had asked, seems to be extremely busy, and I have no one else to come to, except you. It's not like you were my second choice-- I don't mean it that way, I just meant it in a good manner that you aren't unimportant, and... Yes, will you travel with me to Venice? It's okay if you don't really want to come along, because I completely understand--"

"Are you always this articulate?"

"I-I--" I sigh loudly."Yes, I believe."

For a moment, he looks deep in thought. He looks at the ground and I can only wonder what is going through his mind. Thinking hard, he stays on the same spot, not breaking out a word.

"I completely understand if you decide against it." I finish what I planned on saying a few minutes back.

"When's the flight?"

"Give me a sec," I excuse myself and stumble into my bedroom, where I rush to find the tickets and skim down the typed words of the departure date and time.

I get back to him and with an erratic answer, I reply. "The twenty eight of August, which is next week Wednesday, by eight p.m."

"I'll think about it."

"Thank you. I hope we speak before then." There was a probability that he will decline my offer. Correction, there was no doubt he will decline my offer.

"I hope so, too." He silently answers before resuming his walking to the elevator.

I was stupid to think he'd actually hug me or agree right on the spot. Imagination and expectation were two things that made up the atoms of my weak points.

I slowly close the door and lock it up, before undressing and getting into shower to wash away the worries that keep occupying my mind. Once done, I change into my comfortable pajamas- otherwise called a pair of comfortable flannels along with a plain white tank top.

I stroll into my little kitchen and look through my fridge, noting down to go grocery shopping. I pour some water into a cup, placing it into the microwave for a while before removing it and adding powdered milk of the right amount along with honey. I look through the cupboards and find biscuits which makes me only wonder why I have a massive crave for biscuits. I comfortable relax on the couch and turn on the television, flipping by the channels, hoping something good will come on.

The Vow appears and I groan out of frustration. I really like the movie, but I've watched it so many times, that I think I can quote what Channing Tatum says during every scene. All in all, I keep it on and wait for the first

quote that stands unbeatable comparing to any other movie I have ever watched.

"Enjoy the little things in life, because one day you will look back, and realize they were the big things."

The following morning, I wake up really exhausted, even though I had enough sleep. My body was pulling me towards the comfortable mattress and the comforter was not helping out either. With force, I get to my feet and have a hot shower, which makes things worse. I come out of the shower and dry myself up before putting on my formal attire and blow drying my hair.