the wedding invitation. (on hold)

deux

deux

Amara POV – January 2016

January 2016 got off to a very bland start. I was still getting used to the different environment I was in and feeling very homesick. there was also something...or rather a certain someone on my mind.

michelangelo.

it had been a few days into the new year and I was still thinking about our encounter. call me forward or crazy but I genuinely felt something with him. I was playing coy to avoid my feelings but I was definitely feeling the chocolate.

today was a saturday and so I had run my random errands and I was now contemplating what to do with my day. of course, aisha must have received a telepathic signal and stated that she wanted to have a cooking evening at my studio flat. when she arrived in the evening she had a huge grin on her face and seemed to have news she was waiting to share.

"A...I have exciting news but I want spaghetti bolognese first." she stated when she entered my flat with some groceries in hand.

"dude you know I am not patient...just spill the beans. thanks for the groceries by the way." I retorted whilst helping her unpack.

"I'm aware...but I like keeping you in suspense. let's talk and cook."

she went on to give me some details about michelangelo's friend – edward- that she had made out with at the NYE asking her out and how they had been on a few dates. that was exciting for her but I had secretly been hoping to hear about michelangelo asking about me.

I was beginning to lose hope and interest in her story. as I was draining the spaghetti, she was still going on about her recent date where he had compared her eyes to the stars *cringe*

"then he talked about how chocolate drop can't stop talking about you and asking for your number." she said looking at me from the corner of her eye.

unfortunately, I had lost some composure and ended up accidentally dropping the sieve in the sink.

"....so I was wondering if you would be okay with me giving it to him". she laughed.

"stop laughing aisha." I said annoyed. "...did edward say exactly what he says about me?".

"wait but I thought you said I was lying and that you weren't interested". she jested.

I stared at her with annoyance and impatience.

"edward says he just goes on about how beautiful you are and how he loves the 'lil british accent' and the stubbornness. oh and he notices how you have a little dent inbetween your eyebrows when you're annoyed." she finally answered.

"no I don't."

"there it is." she pointed between my eyebrows. "...and you're smiling...ooo you have it bad." she teased me.

"shut up."

"just tell me whether I can give the poor guy your number. he got it he got it bad". she sang off-key.

I paused to think. I had missed him but I didn't want to see too forward or fall too hard. I'd been burned before and didn't need stress in my life.

"I don't mind." was my answer.

"so that is a yes." she nodded and then started to type on her phone. I assumed it was to give edward the go ahead.