Love, Love You.... (Short Story/One Shot Compilation)

Triumph (1)

For the love of God!!!! I thought that kind of guy only exist on novel or movie. Tall. Well build. So rare. All man I know, when they tall, they usually super fat or super skinny. But this one, yumm.

And his smile. Oh!!! I'm so sure so many toothpaste want him as their brand ambassador. His eyebrows, damn so thick. His cheeks bone really sharp. Even his jawline can cut you.
He looks like Greek God. Statues.

He kinda look around. Is he trying to find empty seat? Sadly all seat already taken. It's lunch time, on the weekend. Of course it'll be full. I'm lucky found this corner I can sit on.

Well.... Actually I'm waiting for someone. It's hard to believe isn't? I'm not a socialize person, so it's rare for me to sit and look at my phone like a lunatic. I usually can sit anywhere.

But this day, I have appointment. I know him from IG. Cliché right? Well, at first we both just liked each other pictures. And leave comments. And he end up DM me. Talking about everything.

It's hard being an only child. I don't have siblings to talk to. I kinda feel lonely.

Maybe it's my fault, asking this place to be the meeting point. But I also don't want to risk myself. What if he's a bad person???

Well, he supposed to be here. In couple minutes. I intended come earlier. And it's better to wait than make the other waiting.

I hold my cup and drink it. I choke on it cause its super cold. And I cough couple of times. And that Greek God smirking at me.

I forget about my wet jeans. My mouth gaped and I kinda worried, what if my conversation with TRIUMPH not as good as on IG.

I feel like, there's a connection between us. Sounds foolish. But I feel there's bound between us.

I blink

He's too

And he walk closer.

I'm to shock to do anything. So all I do is sit still.

"can I sit here?" his voice. It fly me away. Swaying me. Like breeze. Like music. So cheesy.

"uh.." I look around. "actually..."
"yes?" how exactly that one word be so sexy, tempting but also polite?

I gulp. I'm speechless.

"so it's okay to sit here right?" his piercing eyes stab me. Make me uncomfortable.

"I'm waiting for someone." Why my voice so soft??

"but that person wasn't arrive yet? So it's okay if I sit just a while?"

I hesitate. This guy really is handsome, but...

"well, I think it's okay. But when he's arrive it's okay that, you leave??"

He laugh, and I regretted my decision. He sits across me, so calm. He seems, flirting with me. I think he don't intend to leave. But if TRIUMPH come, I'll take him out instead.

"so? Who's you waiting for?" he ask
"Hmm, a friend." I wipe my jeans with tissue. It's worthless but at least I do something.
"friend? School friend?"

I don't know why, but his tone really.... "no. It's online friend"
"Oh... Online. And I think he's nice to talk in person"

The hell he asking?? But I keep smiling and answer.

"aren't you worried? What if, he's a psycopath?"

I decide to joke it off, "so? He should afraid at me to then?"

He's laughing. It's so unfair. Why this good looking guy also has a really good voice?
"you're funny." he's smiling.
"thanks. You too"
Silent.
"so what will you do when you meet him?"

I don't answer. And because of that he feels winning maybe. "so? If he's not as fun as you thought? What if he's nerd? Ugly? Stutter?"

I freeze for awhile. Think about it. All this time, we talk normally. It's fun.

Not good looking or not attractive enough I can take it. I can't take it if we don't click in real conversation. It'll be great if the other party also good looking. Like the guy in front of me. But communication still the best.

I start to feel uncomfortable. People start to staring and gazing. If I'm that self centered, I'll thought I'm the one they stare at. Well, I know they stare at him. This person across me.

This place suddenly feel so warm, and I can feel my back drench by my own sweat. Why the fuck this loose shirt feel so tight? I feel speechless.

Everything feels on slow motion. Like I'm stuck in another dimension. They all move so fast. Instead I'm hear stuck in my thoughts. I'm alone. Sooner or later they'll leave me. Then why? I'm used to it. I'm an only child. I'm always alone.

I try to be honest to myself.
1. I want to talk to this mysterious guy, I got a feeling he's gonna be a great friend.
2. If this guy, I barely know I can talk this interesting, I think with TRIUMPH will be more awesome.

"I think that's none of your business." I look down, I'm don't have gut to see him.
"I'm sorry. Actually it's nice to talk to you. Do you mind we exchange.... Email?"

I don't have time to answer, because I hear noise in the front gate. I look at that direction. For a second I forget about the one across me. It's him. It's TRIUMPH. He wearing blue shirt. Black jeans. Like we promise, he bring a big yellow bag.

That noise come from him. He drop his bag. He looks like a klutz. His glasses falls. All his belonging drop to the floor.

I stare at him. Tall but skinny. Like bean sprouts. His face so shiny. His hair also so shiny.

Finally he's able to collect all his stuff. Now all eyes on him. Maybe curious with his looks. I know I'll do the same if I don't know him.

He's TRIUMPH. I always imagine a sporty dude because of his name. Now I wonder what's behind his screen name.

I'll be back soon