Second Chances (Kathneil FF)

Second Chances - 12

Second Chances - 12

She closed the games centre door with a resounding thud and took a deep breath.

Looking at him straight in the eyes, she started her dainty yet purposeful steps.

Towards him.

Taking Kevin by surprise, and prompting him to straighten up from his lounging position against the wall.

Suddenly, he wished Gene was around to help absorb whatever hell Inessa was about to unleash upon him.

He smiled hesitantly as she approached him, knowing it was pretty obnoxious of him to keep watch over her earlier.

As she walked towards him, her eyes narrowed to display her disapproval.

Hence, Kevin braced himself for her onslaught, feeling very much like that teenager from a long time ago.

Anita arrived in front of Kevin at last, and with a very serious face, she asked, "Would you like to go out for a drink?"

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They stared at each other openly.

One with unabashed happiness and wonder.

The other with undisguised curiosity and apprehension.

My beautiful Nessie, he smiled. Still as fearless as ever.

Wow, he's so cute, she thought. Definitely better looking that the boy in my dreams.

Fair skinned, aquiline nose, high cheek bones, lovely thick black hair, he could be a model, she mused in wonder.

Her menacing frown, however, hid her true observation of him.

It was obvious they knew each other and did not even want to pretend they did not.

Only that, both were reluctant to make the first move.

One did not know in what context to even begin questioning. And the other too scared.

And they both continued to observe each other over two cups of already cold coffee.

He was certain she remembered him but something in her eyes told him that she had forgotten who he really was.

Yet, she was not afraid to show him of her interest.

It's clear that you know me. Very well even, her narrowed eyes seemed to say.

Are you from someone from my past? her silent question coupled with the familiar tilt of her head.

Do I even dare to tell you I don't remember you.

Yet, why does it feel that I know you so well and have been waiting for you all these years.

"So, are you from Malacca originally?" Kevin began neutrally, ready to break the ice.

"Yes."

"What school do you go to?" He asked.

You've never been to one. You were home schooled, he answered on her behalf, in his head.

"Malacca High," she said, without batting an eye lid. "Which school did you go to?"

"Montessori de San Juan," he smiled.

"Wow! Where's that?” her eyes wide, unfamiliar of such a school. “In KL?"

"No," he nearly laughed. She assumed he was from the Malaysian capital. "The Philippines."