To love you

who the hell is he?

"I'm sorry? I don't think I understand what you're saying." I say with a confused look.
"Well, there's a taco van two meters away from us. We should grab some tacos. What do you say?" He points at the van or bus with 'Tacos are the best you want to eat-o" written on it, which is the most ridiculous and stupid thing I've ever seen in my life.
"I'm sorry. Do we know each other?"
"We can. " He starts grinning.
"Umm. Thank you but I'm fine." I start to walk away.
"WAIT." I look back. He speaks again, "Come on. I thought we could have some fun." He grins again. Argh. I wasn't there for fun. I was there to relieve my stress. Is having fun for relieving stress? Damn it.
"Well, I gotta go back. I'm sorry." I start saying things like I'm in a hurry but I'm absolutely not.
He sighs and lets me go. I turn around and hit something really, really hard and  hot. I fall on the ground. It's a person. A guy with a cup in his hand, which used to be of a hot coffee cup and now it's all on my shirt. Before I even realize, he kneels down and starts saying sorry for a million times. But something else distracts me. What is it? That's right. The extremely hot coffee which is all over my shirt and it is now a white shirt turned into a coffee colored shirt. Great.
"It-its okay. I just have to wash it off." I say while getting up.
"It was really hot. I'm so sorry." He says while lending me his hand. I pull away and nod and feel another hand on my back. It's the other guy.
"Heyy. Are you okay? " He speaks extremely close to my face. "What the hell, man?!" He says to the guy who spilled coffee, who still looks really apologetic.
"It's fine. I just have to wash it off. Excuse me." I say and try to go as far as I can from both of the guys.
Where was I planning on washing it off exactly? There wasn't any washroom nearby. Obviously. So instead I start to roam around.
"Hey. Hey!" I head a voice behind me. It's him. The guy who spilled the coffee.
"Yeah?"
"There's no where you can wash it off. Can I at least help you in some way? Anyway?" He looks at me intently. And then I notice him. He's moderately tall and a different kind of pale. The kind of pale you get from not sleeping.
"Umm .." I look around.
"Well, I was just leaving so we could go to the nearest store or something like that. Here I bought a t-shirt I could find. " He hands a white t-shirt  with 'Wakanda Forever' written on it. I take it but still unsure whether I want to go with him or not.
"Thanks . But I'm gonna go home. " I say.
"Well, that's okay. I can drop you off there."
"Ahh...it's fine. I can walk there." I say and sigh.
"But uh.." He suddenly looks a bit worried when he looks at my chest for a slight second. I look down to see that my bra is a lot more revealed than I ever thought it would be. I instantly try to cover myself with the t-shirt without getting it wet too.
"Can I drop you off then?" He says.
"Okay. Thank you."
We get in his car, which looks like a nice car. I sometimes think too much about what other people have or don't have. I know it makes me a terrible person but I can't help it. I work and study to lead a stable and kinda "wealthy" life. OK, I GET IT. it's not necessarily nice judging people based on money. But I don't judge anyone. I just notice and imagine myself like that.
We sit silently in his car.
"Ian Groungate." He says and I shot him another confused look. "My name is Ian Groungate."
I nod. "Lianne Dirren." I look out the window and just wish for the moment to pass me by. I don't like it when I have to be with a person I don't know. Because I don't know if I like that person or not. I behave on if I like a person or not. And if I don't know the person, how would I know how to react? So I don't. I just look out the window and he keeps on driving.
After a bit, the car stops and I get out. "Thank you." I say before walking back to my apartment and then I realize that I don't need the t-shirt so I hand it back to him.
"Oh, no need. You can keep it. It was for you, anyway." He says and I look at the t-shirt. I nod and say, "Then what will be it's price? I can pay you." He looks puzzled for a few moments.
"I spilled coffee on you. So I think that is justified as the payment. Or the coffee is the payment for the coffee I spilled on you " he smiles. I nod and walk away.