Kiss me under the Moonlight

Chapter 8

I have heard people do stupid things sometimes when they are not in their right mind. When you are depressed and questioning the purpose of living yet another day, you would do anything to feel alive. Something that would shake your very core to scare away the numbness in your heart. Something that would work like a freaking defibrillator to jolt your stone cold heart to start beating with the essence of life.

And I was desperate to feel alive again.

So guess what I did?

Well if you think I did something nerve racking like, climbing up a mountain without oxygen, bungee jumping off a cliff, skiing across the coldest snow peaks or even better to widen your imagination jumping into a shark tank without a suit on, you are dead wrong.

When I said I wanted to feel alive, I really meant to feel ALIVE. While I would have felt the adrenaline rush if I have done any of the above mentioned activities, I would have felt alive for a second before kicking the bucket the next minute. I mean who am I kidding? I have the weakest heart possible from the things that I have experienced so far in my life, no matter how much Aiden denies that, and I would have a heart attack very sooner than any human being my age.

So I settled down for something more stupid and less deadly(at least I hope so) by agreeing to go on a dinner date with Phana. Technically we didn't call it a date. I just agreed to go to a friendly dinner with him. But I was pretty damn sure that Phana was officially considering it to be our first date. The guy brought a bouquet of red roses to my doorstep for heaven's sake! That earned him nothing but a zero for first impression. What the hell? I am never a flowers kinda guy.

Bring me a cup of pink milk, then we are talking. That made me think about a particular man in a engineering workshop coat, waiting outside my workplace with a glass of pink milk in his hand and my favorite smile on his face.

"Is it that bad?"

"No it was actually good. Too good to even put it into words" I said with a dreamy smile, closing my eyes and  reminiscing those precious memories.

"Thank God! I was afraid you were gonna hate it" he said slumping back in his chair in relief. But the relief in his features were replaced with confusion in a split second as he continued, "I mean you have hardly touched your plate despite claiming that you like it. Are you feeling unwell?"

Now his eyes have taken up a concerned look from confusion.

Right! He was talking about the food.

I looked back to the table and the various steaming plates of an assortment of food laid before me. It looked more like a banquet than a cozy dinner for two. Not to mention the pricey restaurant that we were in. What is this place? I have never seen it before when I was living here with my parents. It should be a new establishment.

Wait! I have heard from Bright that Phana's family was big on tourism business, building restaurants and camps and vacation houses on the riverside. Don't tell me this was one of his family's property.

"It's one of the restaurants run by my family" he said confirming my suspicions.

'Of course it is' I thought with a mental scoff.

"Even though the place is small and not so extravagant, I like the ambience here" he said with a smile looking over the river on the left. "Not to speak highly just because it's my family's property, but the food here is really delicious" he said locking his eyes with mine that were bubbling with the enthusiasm of a kid.

I paused for a moment to take in the features of the man before me. I honestly don't understand why he was putting so much effort to chase after me. The guy could have any one he wanted in the world. And I am not even exaggerating. Come on, look at him. Even though both of us were seated, he was a whole foot taller than me, if not more. He was wearing a casual light blue shirt that was left unbuttoned over a simple white t- shirt. A pair of navy blue jeans and gray on black sneakers finished off his attire. That astonishingly stylish pair of sunglasses he wore to my house this evening were now resting on the side, giving me access to the even more desirable pair of his hazel brown eyes. When he stretched his hand out to fill our wine glasses or when he cut into his steak using his cutlery, his rolled up sleeves twisted elegantly to give me a perfect view of his rippling biceps. Though I have witnessed how fit this guy was one too many times, it still doesn't stop to amaze me every time I look at him.