A Valentino Date

Maybe I finally found my man

"Why are we going there? You are not planning some stupid romantic lunch right?" I asked as he almost dragged me to the elevator.

The excitement was more than evident on his face as he waited, his feet tapping in barely restrained energy.

"Of course not. That is so cliche and boring. Why on earth would I do that? How could you think I am such a bore?" He asked melodramatically, placing his hand on his heart.

I laughed and slapped his hands away. It was weird that me, a girl who was normally uncomfortable talking to strangers, especially men, was talking so casually with him as though we were old friends. But then Vinita was right, Vansh is a gentleman.

The elevator pinged and opened. He placed his hands on the door to avoid it closing automatically and gestured for me to get in, " Ladies first."

I rolled my eyes, though internally I was pleased that he was not a chauvinistic jerk.

The elevator was already full, which forced us to stand closer than what I would have done under normal circumstances.

Vansh smelled of flowers and clothes. An uncliched smell.

"So what's your job?" I asked turning around to look at him.

A very bad idea, because now we were just a few centimetres apart. My eyes mistakenly flicked to his lips which were now right in my eye-level.

I quickly looked up, before not-so-innocent thoughts plagued my mind. I had a job that required presence of mind. But they came back down and scanned him. Broad chest, sturdy posture, V-shaped body structure. He was handsome.

He smirked, evidently noticing me not-so-subtlely checking him out. " Like what you see?" He whispered.

I blushed.

"Er...I never said you weren't handsome." I replied averting my gaze and quickly turning around before things got even more embarrassing.

Gods, Did you just flirt with a guy, Varna?
Did he just flirt with you?

I blinked. Maybe not. I wasn't even sure what flirting was.

"I am a costume designer." He whispered near my ears.

The close proximity sent another shiver up my body. I shuffled, trying to put a small distance between us, but alas the lift was fuller than normal.

Right then there was another ping as the lift stopped. Luckily many people got down on the second floor.

But before I could move away, he did, putting a much-needed distance between us.

"Oh! That's nice. So you have good fashion sense, I presume." I muttered after regaining my bearings.

He shrugged. "Won't say I am great, but ya I like fashion - clothes, shoes, bags. Anything actually." He said looking into my eyes.

"What about you? What do you do?" He enquired raising his eyebrows.

I looked outside the glass lift, down at the people scampering around, drinking coffee and gazing dreamily into each other's eyes.

"I am a data analyst," I answered, expecting the normal question. 'What is that?'

But he didn't ask that. "Wow, that's cool. Maybe when I start my own company I might hire you. Care to give me your number?"

I turned around with a smile on my face. "Smooth Vansh, Smooth."

He laughed. " Can't blame me for trying, can you?" He asked wiggling his eyebrows.

I shook my head, the smile still firmly in its place.