As I reached my home, I pressed on the breaks same way I did when I reached the cafe a few minutes ago, and locked up my bike by the apartment entrance where there was a bike parking looking so old. I walked up to the lobby and greeted our Doorman, Bob.
He had a freshly and neatly trimmed moustache tinted light brown, he had light blue eyes that sparkled every time the apartment entrance door was opened. And at the right near by the tavern (yes, the apartment has a club but it was mainly used by old maidens and gentlemen) was Ms. Curly--and I'm serious about her name, she was petite-meaning short in height. But not to be offensive. She's 5 flat but I won't judge. She had a dirty blonde straight mane, how cliche is that right? I've been telling Bob to already ask her out on a date but he doesn't have the balls to do it, he remained silent. Poor Ms. Curly, 30 years old and still no guy would ask her, I would if I was a guy--and if I was her age.
At first, I glanced up the stairs and sighed and began walking up skipping two stair steps atleast, but I was too focused on the steps that I didn't know I bumped into a guy causing something he was holding fall.
"Oh gosh, I'm truly so--" But before I could finish my sentence, there he was again, André Kurtz with his amazing blue orbs hungrily staring back at my plain old eyes.
"Constance right? The one with the bike?" He asked smirking at me.
"Yeah," I placed my hair at the back of my ear. "That's me" ending it with a nervous laugh.
"Nice to see you again, so you live here?" He asked once again as I watched him getting his book from the floor. He was reading the book by John Green, The Fault in our Stars.
"Yeah I actually do, with my bestfriend--hey you like that book too?" I said pointing out the hard covered book he was now holding. That's another thing about me though! I love reading books.
He gave a quick look at his book. "Yeah I'm totally in love with this book. It's really touching and just so inspirational you know, something you can read when you're sad."
I nodded. "Yeah actually, though my bestfriend read the last part by skipping all of those chapters and told me Augustus died. So I just cried for 10 minutes in the bathroom. And I did not talk to her for 2 days straight." I said laughing but then realized I just spoiled it for him, so I just stopped laughing and apologized.
"You don't have to apologize." He laughed at my reaction.
"What? Why? You don't care about Augustus dying?" I said shockingly.
He laughed once again and caught my eye. "I've read it for the 3rd time already"
"Ohhhh" I said in realization. "I beg your pardon, I really thought this was your first time."
"It's fine, It's fine, don't worry about it." He smiled at me.
I smiled back and glanced at Bob who was doing some paper works catching some glances he's been giving Ms. Curls. And then back at André. "So uh, where you heading?"
His eyes kills me, too beautiful for me. "I'm actually getting dinner, you?"
I glanced at his eyes and shook my head. "Uhm, no where actually planning to go back to the apartment but instead I bumped into you." I laughed.
"Uhm, so you wanna grab some dinner?" He asked.
I smiled. "I would love to," I said remembering about Lauren. "but I remembered I have something to take care of." I bit my lip.
"Oh then, maybe next time?" He asked.
I nodded. "Yes, for sure."
And with that, he left patting my shoulder as a good bye and watched him then. When he disappeared, Bob looked up at my way.
"What Bob? Can't I get a guy?" I laughed.
Then he returned to his job, while me, I have to go up and check on Baby Lauren and the two lovey doveys.
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