THE LEFTOVER SPELL

11. Gazes

"This way or that way how do I say it...u explain it to me..."

"Say it like I would want to know you...but I would also not into knowing you...."

"You are the colour black"
She almost threw the drink, out of her mouth.

"What?
What did you just say?"
It took her a lot of effort, but her  eyes. They continued to be in there own bliss of world.

"I m black. As in the bad. The bad black." Suddenly the food looked more contagious then his awestruck eyes.

"Yes. You are the colour black"  His eyes held the spark of amusement as he raised the napkin towards her.

"Its getting late. I think we should leave now." She figitted in her purse and took out some bills.

"I have already paid for this dinner. You don't have to worry about that."

"I told you. I will only accompain  you if we Dutch." Her eyes were  wandering everywhere but his gaze.

"Yes you can still pay. In our next dinner. I will make sure to turn up empty handed." He folded his hands and bought his elbows in the table and bend a little forward.

"I m not sure when the next date will comes. So you can just tell me the amount." She pushed her locks behind her eyes and straightened up a bit in her sit.

"Now your colour is in blur mode." Her eyes noticed the dust in the Lucent glow from the lamp above there table. But not his hand fidgeting at the end of the table. Not even his eyes which were still focused on those locks of hairs behind her ears.

"Will you stop being a sloppy excuse of a poet. It's not attractive." Her gaze finally came down to glare at him along with her lock of hair.

"So you find me attractive." Bringing his hands down from the table, finally he sat back.

"That's not what I meant." Suddenly his eyes held hers in so much proximity that she had to look away.

"I will take that as a yes. Thank you." He showed his that smile again. This time with the hint of a mischief.

"Your ego bosting will not be welcomed." Her tan hid her blush.  Saving her from the embarrassment of her cheeks turned into a tomato.

"What about my charms. Will you allow them?" He took the glass and swirl the drink while his eyes were trained on her flushed cheeks.

"You are so full of yourself." Her failed attempt of glare still made it to the surface. And widened his cheek to the point where they looked like they will burst out any moment.

"Yes I am always full of myself. There is no self but myself in myself." He completed his drink while his eyes were completely bored on her.

"I have never heard anybody using this much of self in one sentence. You really are something." Her failed attempt of bringing those locks behind her ears earned another attempt in the list.

"You mean. I am something to you." Nobody noticed his grip on the glass and his eyes on her hair except for the void noises.

"Seriously, you really are trying to be..". Before she could complete her sentence her phone started ringing.

"We have to leave now. My cousin is waiting outside in uber." After her call ended she finally stood up in a haze.

"Lets go. We shall soon..". He was also cut by her ringtone.

"Its her call again. Sorry, I am leaving in this much hurry." Glancing him an apologetic look, she left in a hurry.

Soon he joined him and both of them left the restaurant together.

Both of them looked at each other. No voices came out. But there eyes. Oh gosh! They never stopped talking. Hugging the intensity of those orbes they finally left the place in there respective cars.

Without even realising that their gazes took an entirely different cars of their own. And descendant towards the midst of their own world.