Unaware Much?

I See My Reflection.

I went to my favourite place in my favourite park.

It was always easy to spot birds from here and the pictures would always look amazing.

It is so scenic here because it's like a frame of a thick canopy and a little space between them like a getaway showing the lake.

I saw an orange bird and settled myself to take a picture when I felt a presence behind me.

I just happen to be a super observant person not praising myself. So I quickly turned around and took a look at the person.

Damn me if I was not surprised because it was surely the girl from the shop.

I took in her attire, high top sneakers and a shabby asymmetric dress not too long or too-

"Eyes up here, sir.", she said.

I looked up only to find a pair of eyes reflecting my face in it.

I couldn't help but stare because her eyes were watery or had way too much of reflection and I couldn't make out her eye colour.

I snapped out of the haze when realisation struck me.

That's the artsy Miss Raine.

Vienna.

"What are you doing here?", she asked me and she didn't look very happy.

She didn't look angry either.

I had to maintain my reputation here, since she's a school girl.

"Hello to you too, Miss Raine. Nice meeting you, and I'm here for having a sex date. Mind leaving me and my girlfriend alone?", I say as my usual jerk self.

"What I meant was how did you find this place and how can I possibly take your left hand away from you?", she said.

Wow, I just said the same thing to Seth this morning.
Damn girl.
Also.
Isn't she supposed to be the goody two shoes and I'm nice to everyone kind of person?
Like the sunshine kind of a thing?
She's too feisty for that?!

She started turning around but said,
"Why such a grump though, Mr - what's your surname?".

"Ricci.", I said and she nodded in response.

She was just about to turn and head out, but I didn't know what came over my head and I started speaking,
"So I slept late last night and I'm not a morning person and also I needed some tonic boost. Then, I face this horny waitress and a walking bag of testosterone in the morning.", I told her my story and she listened,
"Not an ideal morning, you see.", I chuckled and sighed at the thought.

I really was tired and done with all this for today.

I can't think of one reason why I had been telling her all this and why had she been listening to all of it.

I looked up at her puzzled expression.

I raised my eyebrow and she seemed to be alerted and stood straight.