"What!?" I freed my hand from his and folded my arms in my midriff as soon as we got to a safe distance. It looked like restaurant area, but it seemed too classy to be called a restaurant.
The building stood elegantly with well planted beautiful flowers as its border, instead of fences. The fluorescent bulbs shone brightly on the white and scarlet painted walls where bunches of artificial flowers hung at intervals.
Dinner tables with two chairs each were arranged all around the outer part of the building. And the carpet grasses looked so green.
How am I notfamiliar with this place?
I giggled as I imagined myself with Abba on one of the tables with mugs of latte and plates of caviar.
Wishful thinking
I bit my lower lip and looked away. Abba could
never afford such an expensive dinner.
"What!? Is that your way of saying 'thank you?" His expression was neutral
Oh..l totally forgot I was with soneone.
His voice sounded familiar and I tried to recall, but my memory failed me.
Wait..I know the fragrance too.
"You admitted being crazy, but I never expected it to be this serious. What were you doing there?" He asked casually
I turned around and began to wallk away, with no intension to engage in any conversation with him.
"You can't run away from your problems." He said as a matter-of-factly and I halted.
"What do you want?" I was a bit agitated.
"Your story" He answered shortly.
"Do I look like some anime character to you? I don't have a life..I mean story." I tried to move
away, but he blocked my way.
"Does it hurt to be a little polite?" He stared down and I avoided his gaze.
"Even though you claim to be crazy." He added with a smirk
"I claim to be crazy? Is that your way of being polite?"
"You don't recognize this face, do you?" He sighed and flashed his face with the light from his phone.
"What?"I was puzzled.
"Remember the guy you bumped into. You
answered erazy and even called yourself weirdo?" He offered with a little grin
"Cmon don't tell me you've forgotten that. You're too young to have such a terrible memory." He teased
Oh oh..I was right about the familiar scent.
"You?"
"Yea. Crazy Weirdo." He smiled
"What?"
"Crazy Weirdo"
"You can't call me that."
"Why?"
""Cause I say so."
"Well, no one was seeking your permission." I rolled my eyes and searched for words, but they were nowhere close.
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DEENA (Complete)
General FictionDeena, a deeply sensitive and strong-willed individual, carries the weight of a haunting trauma that constantly shadows her. Her unwavering optimism becomes a guiding light, pushing her to defy her own vulnerability. But as Deena's path intertwines...
