One Shots

End9ame

          It was a cold afternoon of December. I can remember it clearly. She's standing at the crossroad wearing a denim jacket over a red hoodie. Her blonde locks peeking. Strands of her hair falling everytime she bows to greet the pedestrians. Holding a cup of hot choco on my right and a tripod on the other I crossed the intersection like I usually do on my way to work -at least that's what I thought. I was in dazed like everything is in slowmo. Her boots caught my attention. Those pairs. I knew it right then. It was her smile that draws me near but it was her brown orbs looking back at me that holds me back and locked me down staring on her plump lips. I snapped out when her mouth forms an O and horror replaced her warm gaze. I didnt even notice my drink already spilled all over my hand. We were both in panic not knowing what to do. I was starting to feel the unbearable pain so I hurriedly excused myself to escape from embarassment.

          I hop in the elevator catching my breath after I pressed the 11th button. It was only my hands I swear but I can feel my cheeks burning as well. I went straight to my desk and slumped on my chair feeling like I just took the flight of stairs up here. My heart is still crazily beating fast. Her expressions replaying in my head like panorama. If only I could have capture it on my camera. I crept a smile hoping no one is there to see, I may look like a lunatic. I wipe the beads of sweat on my forehead with what I thought was a tissue I was holding since. Looking closely , it was the flyer she was handing out that she used to help me clean the hot mess on my hand and coat. I could only make up the words -concert and 24th written on it since some parts were covered with coffee stains.

          Trying to disregard the thought of it-her, I manage to do some decent work on the proposal for our next issue. But half way through it -Ellise, Mary, Cinderella, Sophia... scribbles of just random names are all over my work. I cant get my focus on work trying to figure out her name. Flashback of our fated encounter just keeps popping on my thought bubble. I ruffled my hair in exasperation. Decided to get my work done before deadline I grab my purse and went out to buy coffee. Because caffeine is every dedicated man's bestfriend. Nope. That's just me.

          As if heaven is on my side, blessing me with just what I needed. A cup of black coffee and a blonde goddess seated infront of me. Out goes all my focus gone missing with my tongue-tied. Who knows she's a co-owner of this cafe I've been a regular since est. Lol. Okay, I am exagerrating. Everything about her is surreal. From her sweet voice to her kind gestures. She didn't really have to apologize as it was I who stupidly spilled the hot drink all over myself while gushing at her beauty. But yeah she's sinfully beautiful. I need her to take responsibility. We sat down over a cup of coffee. Talked about random things under the sun and figured she was a pianist. She'll be hosting a charity concert for less fortunate children on Christmas eve. Truly an angel. The light bulb that rarely pops over my head lit up. I asked her if I could feature the event on our next magazine issue. Clearly not taking advantage of my position as a lifetsyle magazine editor-in-chief and photographer. The ever so professional guy I've always been manage to even get her agreement to be the cover. Turns out she's a part time model as well but this would be the first time she'll be posing to endorse something personal and close to her heart.

          The days we spent together from the event preparation up to the D-day flew so fast. I had everything covered at the back of my camera lens. Photography was my first love that's why I choose this line of career. Ever since then, it never felt like work to me because I enjoy doing what I love. But this time around was different. It's like a whole new level of excitement. I never thought I could be happier ,happiest if not the most, than I already am doing the same job all this years. Maybe because I finally found my favorite subject. We grew closer each day and It feels like I've known her all my life. I was invited at the concert in front row. I saw her almost everyday but she never fails to amuse me. Her charms are never ending. The girl who's loud and has a funny laugh is the same girl who plays the piano looking so gentle. As if her looks are not enough, she being equally talented makes wonders. I bet even Aphrodite would envy her. She always has a way to touch your heart and leaves an effect on you with whatever she does. Reminding myself I am here for work, I held my camera up and capture the beauty in front of me. Not knowing she's slowly capturing my heart as well. The night ended with standing ovation. Her charity event was successful. All there's left is the story write up.