You Found Me

Seven

7

       How do you think it feels, when all you can say is F. Ownlee.

      I zoom the picture in and out as I read what was written on the wind chime's hoop over and over again. We took a picture of it before we bid our goodbyes to Nana and Densio. We also tried to discreetly ask Nana about the wind chimes, hoping to make our search easier. But all she just remembered is that someone gave it to her mother as a gift and how her mother treasured it so much that she even instructed her specifically to never remove and replace it.

     We're on the road again, driving back home. It's bitter sweet, both having to find the clue and saying goodbye to them. We immediately got close despite the short time we spend with them after the hospitality and generosity that they've shown us. I just hope we could go back before they sell the place.

     "Hufflefuck! I can't believe that we found it," he says, out of a sudden, which makes me look up at him, blinking a couple of times in surprise.

     "What did you just say?"

     He steals glances at me, brows knit in question. "What? That we found the clue?"

       I shake my head. "No, the first one."

       His eyes squint like he's also trying to remember what he just said. "Er, Hufflefuck?"

       My mouth hangs open for a second before I find my words again. "Y-you swear like that?"

       He shrugs casually. "Yeah, I haven't used it for a while. I actually have one for each houses, slythershit, gryffindamn, ravencrap and hufflefuck," he states each word with pride.

      "Oh my god!" I can't help but palm my face while shaking my head in disbelief. He's unbelievable.

     "Hey, stop doing that."

     I raise my head at him. "What?" I'm the puzzled one this time.

     He scrunches up his nose. "It's just the face-palming thing."

     "And why is that?" I curiously ask, thinking what it has to do with this situation.

     "You should stop doing that. I can't see your face every time you do that."

      I gulp. I can immediately feel my face heating up.

      What's with this man? How can he easily say something like that? Is it because hes so used to dropping punch lines like that to women hes been with?

      With that looks of him, for sure, a lot of girls throw themselves at him.  But why do I feel like he means everything he says in million ways possible? Doesn't he know what his words do to me?

      I immediately tried to bring back my composure.

      I steal glances at the rearview mirror, to check if I'm still blushing and also to see if he noticed. I'm more than relief that his full attention was back on the road as if he really didn't say something unusual.

     "You know what maybe we should sort it at my house," he blurts all of a sudden.

      I'm taken aback, still not able to recover from his first assault... and now here he goes again.

      "What? Like now?"

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       My brows pinch together when I noticed where we're about to pull over. For all I could remember, he said that we're heading to his house first.