Can I Be Your Girl

21

 Walking with your date along a narrow strip of carpeted floor with nothing but the walls and silence between the both of you must be one of the most painfully awkward situations a guy could get himself into; although I reckon not every potential date is as intimidating as my own.

"I had so much fun."

My remark seemed to fall into deaf ears as Yvanna's stoic face remained indifferent as it was seconds before. As if she didn't hear me speak at all despite how loud my voice sounded against the void. More so my than words, when you read between the lines you can see, underscored with vengeance, and as rich as my family's wealth, was the desperation in my voice.

"I'm pretty sure you've said that about five times already."

Oh well, I didn't have a witty comeback for that, nor did I feel the need to be defensive, but she didn't have to push me further down the stairs of discomfort when I was yet to take my first step up you know. Now I was to deal with an aching tailbone on the ground of humiliation.

I trailed off into conscious chuckles that soon died out when my eyes became transfixed to the sight of an infinitesimal smile that would've gone unnoticed if I hadn't been staring at her side profile already.

The peaceful glow of her face and the faint remnants of a fleeting smile dissolved my jitters, and now replaced it with curiosity. I sighed internally as I realized I could never feel one emotion for a substantial time period with this girl. I start apprehensive, and then given time I'd be as comfortable with her as standing inside my shower naked. However, a short silence from her would then send me thousands upon thousands of demonic questions and doubts. This went on for some time already, and I questioned myself how I'm still not tired.

I stopped walking, and watched her turn her head to me.

"We're here already." I pointed to the golden door beside me.

She gave it a look before quickly averting her eyes back to me.

"I'm not going in yet."

"Where are you going this late?" I asked, miffed that she had other plans besides our date.

And to think she said she was exhausted!

I sent her the best offended face I could muster while she had the audacity to chuckle.

I burn in embarrassment before huffing and crossing my arms over each other. "And where are you going in this late hour missy?"

"Only to a friend who needs me right now dad," she answered with a gentle smile on her face. I rolled my eyes with the dad reference.

"Fine I'll walk you there."

"You don't have to if you're tired."

"Like I can leave you on your own."

*****

"I won't take long," Yvanna said as she slides her spare key card to Tatiana's room, hugging my jacket around her body like a blanket at the same time. Aware of how undeniably cute she looked with it practically serving as a dress; I decided that I'll have her wear my jackets in the future. That is if she agrees.

"Just take your time." I gestured to the door with a nod, and watched as she entered quietly inside. Standing with my weight on my right foot, I fished my phone from my pants and scrolled through my apps, frowning when I realized...

"The fuck?! This phone's useless." I eyed my phone like it had been the first time seeing it.

Remembering I at least had Spotify (Kris put it up for me) I decided to listen to a little bit of music. And then it hit me that I forgot to bring my earphones with me. Hmmm...