imagined #1 | kyle lai-fatt + female reader

chapter #2

Here you are, sighed for the 9th time today. It was a good kind of sigh. Working as a nature photographer was totally the best thing ever for you as a reader of this story. 

 As you sat on a bench, looking around the park, you noticed someone standing beside you. In your peripheral vision, I could tell that he looks young, Indian and tall. 

You looked up to him to see a clear view. "Hi, can I sit here?" He asked. You nodded; replied "yes" while smiling. The guy was wearing a jacket, paired with a white t-shirt, plain pants and shoes.

 "I'm Shah Rukh Khan, by the way," Shah Rukh, as he said his name was, introduced himself. He had both of his hands holding together and elbows just above his knees. "Nice to meet you, Shah Rukh." 

 You figured out that he will ask for your name next then your number, have conversation with you for hours that you won't even notice, tell yourself that you look good or pretty or nice or beautiful then you would blush at his compliment and lastly, you might end up kissing until he takes you to his place and have mind-blowing interactions. 

 Shah Rukh moved a bit closer to your side. "And you are, miss?" You faced him, but not like face to face kind that one swift move, you would have kissed. No. 

"Are you going to ask for my number?" He had his shocked expression written all over his super ugly face. What. "Excuse me?" 

 "You know what I mean. This usually happens. Guy sits beside the girl, ask for her name, you know the rest." 

 "I was tring to be just friendly. I really apologize if I have mistaken you by that," he slowly said the last words like he was embarrased on the current situation.

 You are zuper embarrassed— 169%. "Were you? No, no, no. I am sorry. I assumed what was going to happen and it was rude to say that. I really am sorry, Rukh." 

 He probably thinks you are stupid and idiot. Totally. He waved his hand slightly, telling you that it was okay. "Nah, it's okay. Forget about that." 

 "Forget about what? That I met you and we talked and you being friendly or forget the whole thing?" You thought of a way to continue the conversation. I mean, he seemed nice and kind person while you "feisty" on him. The hell. "Let me treat you," you blurted. He turned to look at you again. "What do you mean? Are you asking me on a date?" You nodded your head yes, although you wanted to say no. What is happening to you now? "Really? Are you sure?" 

 "Uh-huh. One hundred percent sure." 

 "Okay, but I'll pay." We both stood up on you all is feet and I observed he was a few inches taller than you. What more if you did not wore my heels. Ha. "But I said it is on me, Rukh." He gazed at you, directly in your eyes. "I really like you saying my name. It's.. I dunno, sweet, I guess." 

 "Well, you're cute. Anyway, are we buying now or?" 

 "Yeah, let's go. Hey,"

 –nudge– 

"next time, you should ask for my number." You was about to say yeah, okay, whatever then realized. "Wait, what?" 

 "You heard me, missy." 

 "Unbelievable. So there is next time?" 

 He opened the shop's door for you and said, "yes and I am going to court you because I do not want you to live the rest of your life waiting."

 "I have not heard you ask me if I have a boyfriend!" You giggled. "If you do have, you would've told me earlier." You rolled your eyes at him and crossed your arms on your chest annoyed. 

 "Say my name," he ordered. "What, Rukh?" He said something that caught the attention to your ears, it was clear and loud for you. I swear, you did not blush! 

 "Damn, I think I'm starting to like you."