Bishounen

He was perfect, as perfect as a human could be, physically speaking, and the first word that popped up into my mind was, 'Bishounen'. He was out of breath. Probably from running up the stairs. I looked at my wristwatch. He was thirty minutes late. Punctuality was a thing for me and I was kind of pissed off, especially since I wanted to get this thing over with. I was irritated by people who showed a disrespect and disregard for others' time. We had to wait all this time before taking the test... for him. He hurriedly signed himself in and sat down in the only seat available which was conveniently placed right beside me. He gave me a quick smile after settling into his orange plastic chair.  My eyes automatically shifted downwards. The instructor asked who needed a No. 2 pencil, and I lifted my hand. The tests were passed out and as the instructions to the test were being read aloud, I took a quick peek at him, trying my utmost to be sly. When my eyes finally gained the strength to slide sideways, they met his beautiful grey eyes. I didn't know why I felt the urge to look at him, but I did. His eyes pierced through me. They were captivating. They burned like fire and they stared right into mine. After bringing myself back to my senses, I shifted my eyes back down to my test. I could still feel his eyes on me. My cheeks were hot. I was glad my caramel skin didn't expose too much of my embarrassment. I took a deep breath. My thoughts were not to drift elsewhere. I was here for one thing only, and that was to take this test. I needed to focus. The instructor had finally finished reading from the unnecessarily long passage of instructions and the test begun. I reached for my pencil just as he reached for his, and our pencils being lain so close to each other, our hands touched. My heart thumped with excitement. His hands were so warm. Rather, his hands were hot, and my hands burned in the spot where we touched. He smiled a heart clenching nice guy smile.

"Sorry." He whispered.

I smiled shortly and nodded as if to say 'Its fine.', but I said nothing. As we began working my mind slowly shifted into focus. The room was silent and I could finally hear myself thinking rationally again. I was finally in my element. The test ended. The instructor collected the tests and then asked a student to collect the No. 2 pencils. I raised my pencil in the air signaling for my pencil to be taken up. For some reason the guy didn't see me. The bishounen grabbed the pencil from my hand, our hands touching during the exchange, and waved it a bit higher in the air.

"Hey, you forgot one." He said in a deep rugged tone.

His eyes found mine again and he gave me a sweet smile as he handed the pencil to the guy taking them up.  It was almost time to go, and as much as I enjoyed looking at this guy's handsome face, I was tired and uncomfortable in this cold, sterile room full of people.

"Thank you." I voiced quietly.

His smile grew brighter. "You should speak more. You have a nice voice." His eyes grew wide and his slightly tanned skin turned a shade of crimson. "I-"

"I know", I smiled. "You didn't mean it like that."

He gave me a short nod and faced forward in his seat. His hand swept through his dusty blonde hair and I smiled at how cute he looked. I turned and faced forward too, rested my head on my hand, and let myself doze off while waiting for the instructor to release us.

*

She looked unbelievably cute. Her curly hair was tied up in a ponytail and a purple scarf adorned her hair like a headband. Her sleeping face so peaceful and her small frame gracing me with its presence, she looked like a dream. Her golden brown skin was so beautiful and smooth, it made me want to reach out and caress her soft cheek. I wish I could've taken a picture, but our phones had been taken up. I didn't even care how stalker-ish my thoughts sounded, I would probably never be able to see her again, and she was so perfect I felt like I would want to remember the sight of her for the rest of my life. Although I had never fallen in love before, I knew that she was completely different from the image I had always thought that I would eventually fall in love with. I had always pictured myself settling down someday with some pretty blonde, maybe even a brunette, with blue eyes and a big white smile, who would wear an apron and take care of our kids at home. But, looking at her now, I could picture myself spending every second of every day with her. What was her name? Did she have a boyfriend? Was I her 'type'? Would she care that I'm white? What was her favorite color? I wondered if I asked her to never change her hair, if she would keep it in those beautiful black curls.

The thought of never seeing her again, sort of scared me. I didn't know about settling down just yet, but I wondered if she might be interested in me. For some reason I kept staring at her hand the one that was free of holding up her sleeping head. I didn't know what was wrong with me, but I just wanted to touch it. I wanted to hold it and I suddenly found myself wondering how it would feel to hold her hand. Her hands were so small compared to mine. My thoughts wondered back to our short conversation earlier and how stupid I sounded. 'You have a nice voice?' Who says that? Although her voice was adorable. It made me smile just thinking about it. I wish I could've heard more of it, but the instructor let us all out and as I watched her gather her things and walk out, I knew that I might not ever see her again.

*

Once we were finally set free, I exhaled, glad to be out in the fresh air. It was the perfect kind of day. Sunny and not too hot, with a bit of a breeze blowing. I reveled in the perfect spring atmosphere. As I ambled over to the car, I heard a slightly familiar voice, and stopped. I was hesitant to turn around and face the bishounen that I knew was trying to catch up to me.

"Wait up!"

I turned and waited for him to catch up.

"I... I did mean it."

"Excuse me?" I was already confused as to why he might have been trying to catch up with me, but now I just felt dumb. His words weren't making sense, and I knew if I said anything else I would end up sounding just as dumb as I felt.

"I did mean it like that. You have a nice voice."

I felt the most genuine smile slip itself onto my face and for some reason I felt like this wouldn't be the last time that I would see my bishounen.