Cold as You

Chapter 8

The raven-haired man didn't do any vigorous activity for his heart to behave like a fucking drum like this so early in the morning, he didn't even drink a coffee because he felt like he might die palpitating if he did. Walking with long strides almost in a hurry as he felt how the cold air makes the hair in arms stand, he thought this was the very reason why he hates this season.

Despite the chills he smiled as he remembers whom he was meeting today, and then it immediately fades as the previous nervousness hits him again.

It is Sunday which means he will be conducting a one on one dance lesson like he normally does every weekend and to be honest he is not as confident about his routine today as he usually is and it's because he never wanted to impress anyone so bad in his life before. Right, Lisa might have rejected him, but it doesn't mean his feelings, whatever it developed into will go away, at least not that fast. It's quite frustrating how eager yet helpless he is about it really.

Looking around he noticed how the trees were seemingly frozen, it had completely lost its bushes, as if it were dead but still standing on the cold snow filled ground.
'Just like me' he snickered, kicking the deformed snowball on the pavement which might have been the remnants of children goofing around the area.

Five days, it is five days before the dreaded Christmas but he is not feeling anything special about it at all, well except there is now a certain blonde he wanted to spend it with, not that he already asked her to join them at Christmas eve because apparently it would be too weird to invite her during the 'most wonderful time of the year' as everybody says. Honestly though, any day spent with Lisa is more anticipated than December 25 or any other occasion for that matter, and maybe he is no longer in denial.

It's not that he can help it when she would visit him regularly at the café, how she would look away when he would tease her to quit bothering him or to stop being clingy, well she would hit him on the head afterwards, but that's beside the point. And then how he just dies whenever her eyes would meet his even a mile across the room and she would smile at him in certain way, call it delusion or something but the point is he wouldn't lie about it any longer, he really got it bad for the blonde-haired woman even though she made it clear that she doesn't like him that way. 

Being around her is a suicide and he is willing to die every fucking time. It's absolutely stupid but isn't love stupid?

"What made you sighed that deep so early in the morning?" Frank, the security personnel he grown to be friends with, asked him as he sub-consciously reached the entrance.

"Nothing just the cold, by the way how's everything here?"

"Well except for the fact that the regulars are pestering me about how they never see you these days, it was gladly just the same" the taller man replied as he sipped his coffee, "Also Lay told me if you did not show up this week he would really not hesitate to quit this time, said he didn't want to work with an uncooperative business partner" Frank added chuckling.

"But didn't he say that a million times already?" Sehun replied checking his wristwatch.

"Exactly my point"

He lifted his head as he replied "Well he loves dancing more than he loves his girlfriend; I doubt he'll do that, like ever"

"I'm glad he's not here to hear that bullshit. Anyway, I see you're in a hurry today, I'm letting you off. Have a great time there, boss"

"Surely will" he smirked.

"I see it's a certain chic today, no wonder you are early"

He didn't feel the need to defend what Frank thought of it, knowing the lad he would not stop teasing him if he retorted.