Just My Cup of Tea

seventeen

'Can you believe it? Bruce Lee's hands were placed right here once!' Alexander stood above me giving me a pointed look. 

'It's not very hard to believe as a matter of fact.' he was busy typing away on his phone but I didn't mind too much. I did get more than I bargained for. I rolled my eyes, but the smile was still sitting contently on my face. I looked back down at my hands placed in the indentations of the concrete, smiling slightly at how tiny my hand was in comparison to Bruce's. 

Then I got up and dusted my hands on my jeans before turning back to face the front. 'Hey! Let's go get some egg waffles!' I didn't give Alexander a chance to respond before I grabbed his arm and walked towards one of the cute little tuck shops on the side of the path. 

We got our waffles and I managed to buy some curry fish balls before Alexander could protest. For a moment, we walked in silence along the harbour, quietly eating our street foods. Or at least Alexander was. I couldn't stop the moan of absolute bliss that escaped my lips when the authentic Hong Kong street food taste made contact with my mouth. 

The sun was bright above our heads but the soft breeze stroked our skin as it blew past and the clutter of people was loud but enthusiastic as they laughed and basked in the beautiful weather, marvelling at the gorgeous sea view. The skyscrapers were high above our heads and stood tall and proud, the glass reflecting the sun's rays. 

I could feel Alexander's eyes on my face while I savoured my food. Could you blame me? What was the point of eating if you couldn't even enjoy it properly? I snapped my face to give him a confused frown, the waffle in my mouth. 

'What.' I snapped, pulling away self consciously. His eyes were still fixated on my face and I subconsciously brought my hand up to cover my mouth. 

'Is there something on my face.' His eyes watched me closely for a moment, the brilliantly vibrant green scrutinizing my face. 

'Eyelash.' he said quietly. I sighed contently and made a move to create a hurricane in my bag to look for some kind of mirror. That was until I felt something on my face. Someone on my face. 

Alexander has stepped towards me and with his arm outstretched towards my face. I froze when his warm fingers made contact with my skin. When, as soft as the feather's on a dove's wings, his fingers brushed across my cheek and stroked the end of my cheekbone. 

My gaze had moved up to look at what the hell he thought he was doing, but his eyes weren't on mine and instead were fixated on my cheek, probably where that damned eyelash was. He looked like he was about to say something, but then he stopped himself and I felt his fingers trail across my cheekbone and stop just under my eye, barely making contact with the sensitive skin. 

It was stupid. 

He was literally just helping me get an eyelash off my face but I couldn't help notice how absolutely stunning his eyes looked in the sunlight. The colour of fresh and soft grass in a meadow with the luminous golden rays of the sun stroking the surface of the blades. And then those gorgeous eyes snapped up to meet mine. 

He only looked into my eyes for a second. 

Maybe two.

But it felt like an eternity. An eternity that didn't last long enough. And just as fast as the moment had come, his brushed his fingers quickly as where the eyelash probably was, getting it off my face before the warm touch of his fingertips vanished completely. And then he turned and began to walk ahead. 

I stared at him for a moment, my heart racing in my chest. This was stupid, he only, hardly, touched my face. Not to mention only to get that eyelash off. Then he turned around and raised an eyebrow at me.