♔ Simple girl
She will never let you know her feelings because she's not one to share.
A/ N : Unedited...Kindly ignore the errors
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Hey pretty?
"Hey," I answer casually to hide the agitation.
"I'm not introverted, I'm just a simple girl, you could say say I'd pass for being shy but I'll deny it because I am not." I babble sipping my blackcurrant soda.
Then why are you here alone?
"I have me, myself and I, stop pestering me." I say peevish.
"Khadija, kindly go add some barbecue sauce and chilli to my pizza." A beautiful girl in a shimmering pink hijab begs pitiful to her fellow Muslim comrade across my table.
"Fine Najma, I will; on condition that you gimme an extra piece from your pizza." She says and I watch her take short steps which is close to my table. There's a queue on the sauce line which is adjacent to my table and while she waits she shoots her bright aquamarine eyes to my table and observes. I take it that she's wondering why a well groomed lady like me is seated alone on that table in desolation. I glance at her and she stares away.
Yes, yes I know it's Friday thriller and debonairs fast food restaurant has this amazing offer on such days. Buy two pizzas at half the price; it's seldom someone comes alone on such days. But hey, there's people and then there's me. What was I supposed to do if every friend of mine was somewhat engaged? Why can society be stereotypic! I groan inwardly.
Najma takes her seat disconcerted about what she'd just seen in me, loneliness. She waves her and with a smile on her chubby face as if to signal me to join them. I look at my heavy loaded laptop bag, my handbag and my circular pizza plate and loose the thrill of scooting over to their table. I mouth a "I'm fine thank you." With that, they proceed in their small talk nibbling on their pizza.
On the table besides mine seats a group of four people arguing on what pizza to order and of which size. From the corner of my eye I notice them glance to my direction. I falter, suddenly disturbed by everyone throwing their eyes at me. I grab my tiny phone from the depths of my disorganized bag. There isn't any call or text so I open ebooks and pretend to be focusing on one of Jeffery Deaver's famous Lincoln series books. Book six in particular, the twelfth card. I have read it twice because it was thrilling so I just kept swipping to the next page as though reading news.
There are three pieces of my tiny plate. I grab one and quickly munch a bolus of it down my throat. I'm not sure I'm comfortable anymore. Especially after the girl on the next table jested lonerism with me as an example. I growled and rolled my eyes. I honestly didn't care if I was at debonairs solo, I told myself handling the last piece.
You're talking to yourself.
I know I retorted, assuming it was the obnoxious voice in my head which called me pretty instead of beautiful, which said I was shy when I'm actually very outspoken, which says many things I tend to ignore because simple girls are content in many ways.
That's ummm..interesting?
It says while my head is still lowered on the ebook I was exploring.
And cute...it added.
Why are you being so kind all of a sudden, if it's to lighten up my moods I'm sorry...well; because I'm fine. I say looking up as I slam the table gently.
"Wow! What's that all s about?" A honey coated voice remarked with a chuckle, I flushed seemingly flustered. His jaw wasn't chiselled, he wasn’t those inhuman characters people describe in books. He was real and he was sitted opposite me. The brick brown front edges of his thick dark hair were dangling on his forehead lazily and he pushed it away so that I saw his face and those eyes, those beautiful piercing warm eyes which enamoured me.
"I'm sorry, I...I," I stuttered.
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"You were talking to yourself." He completed my phrase as I was tongueless.
"Angry text..." I said waving my phone.
"Late date? Boyfriend?" He queried.
"No, no...friends, they bailed." I said and he smiled.
"Well then you have me here so..." He muttered as I fiddled beneath the table.
"So..?" I asked clueless again.
"So how about you talk to me instead of venting at your phone or people who aren't here." He said while I sipped on the last of my soda.
"That sounds about right, but aren't you here with someone?" I asked timidly looking at the table.
"Nope, just waiting for my order, we'll have it together, if that's alright with you. Is it?" He inquired.
"Of course I don't mind but you'll do a lot of the eating." I chortled.
"Ooh btw...I'm Scott." He informed.
"I'm...Sidney." I said in a simple tone.
"Pleasure meeting you." He said as a smile tugged on my face.
Pleasure is all mine, I mumbled inwardly.
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