Girls called Alessandra

CHAPTER 11 - RAINY DAYS

Saturdays are a special day of their own.  A morning to look forward to. Today however, rain pattered down on the roof of Alie's umbrella.

Her feet was soaked as she walked down the sidewalk.

She looked around, "I wonder if they're already here."

She did not see it. But she heard it. The vrooming of an approaching motorbike. Heading right for the puddle of water that had nowhere to drain to. She was right beside it, unsuspecting.

The wheels sputtered the water directly  towards her direction. But as she feared of getting splashed wet, another umbrella shielded her against it.

Vroooom. Splush.

A typical scene in a romantic movie. A getleman saving a lady from getting soaked by a speeding vehicle.

But there was more.

The whiff of a mellow perfume that smelled addictive to Alie's feminine olfactory nerves. Our senses are intertwined. We associate colors with sounds, and smells with sceneries. This fragrance reminded her of a sprawling landscape with an open sky, refreshing, freeing. It was somewhere she wanted to go.

When she glanced up, she almost suffered a heart attack out of pure heavenly happiness.

The person of her dreams. Oliver.

"Watch out," his soft manly voice reverbetated in her ears. He held his own umbrella upright.

"T-thanks."

He smiled in acknowledgment. "I think, I've seen you before."

'He remembered me!' She almost jumped to the air. She replied, calming herself and not succeeding, "We-we go to the same s-school."

"Right," he said, his gorgeous forehead creasing, unconvinced. He saw her before but it wasn't in school. "Anyway, keep dry."

She noticed that he had had his hair trimmed. It suited him perfectly. Now, he looked neater than before. She wondered if he was preparing for another vlog. He would at most dedicate ten seconds on that new haircut again.

She stared at him dreamily as he walked over to his car, opened the door, waved good-bye at her, climbed in and drove away.

'What is he doing here?' She was thinking that when cold rainwater splattered onto her arm. She shivered. "Who!"

She turned to come face to face with Jude. He collected the runoff from his umbrella in his cupped hand. Then he splashed it on Alie's face again. Splish. He chuckled. "I love this rain."

Alie on the other hand did not find it funny. One guy had just saved her from getting drenched and this guy just intentionally splashed water on her face?

"What do you think you're doing?"

He seemed to be unable to read the annoyance on her face. "You seemed so dazed so I thought it'd be fun."

Alie was like a dragon about to break her shackles and spit fire. But she pressed her anger down. They had a project to make. She couldn't afford to scare him now.

"Let's wait for them by the shed. We'll get soaked here," she just said, frowning.

"What's this?" There were a lot of people taking refuge under the roof of the shed. Alie and Jude barely squeezed in.

That was when the rain suddenly came down harder. And the people intinctively stepped away from the downpour, and Alie was jostled closer to Jude.

He was taller than her by more than a foot. The top of her head only reached his shoulder. Her face bumped into his chest.