Walls of Fire

2: Lavender Perfume

I hesitated for a bit. Sensing my hesitation, the stranger smiled and whispered into my ears, "I am not a kidnapper."

I had no place to go and no money to afford a place for shelter. Besides, I was new there and my eyes were paining a bit much, most probably, indicating the fact I was going to be blind soon.

"Yes I think," I had my one hand covering my injured eye while speaking.

He smiled but grabbed my hand unexpectedly. A sudden kind of heat runs down my entire body.

"Don't mind. I am not a creep for your information and also I won't kidnap you. I am trying to make it up to you. I don't want you to tumble down and get hurt." He assured me of his good intentions once again.

He led the way as we got off the train on the platform. He unfolded his black umbrella and pulled me inside his shelter.

"Do you want me to carry your luggage?" he enquired me politely like a gentleman.

"Nah, I am good"

"Stick closer or you may catch a cold," he sounded concerned.

He wrapped his hand around my shoulder pulling me dangerously closer to his muscular frame. He tried to steal my glance once but owing to his bad fortune, I caught him.

Aww, those deep blue eyes remind me of never ending ocean.

He pretended to clear his throat and averted his gaze immediately.
We keep on walking together under an umbrella for a while in silence.

"I am again sorry for poking your eyes," he apologized.

"I can understand accidents happen anytime." I replied back and flashed him a smile.

"Don't worry I live nearby."

I gave him a nod. After a ten minutes of short walk, we finally arrive at his place.

"This is it. We are here." he said with a huge grin.

I looked up at the old apartment. The raindrops drizzled down on my oval face.

"Nothing fancy I know," he chuckled.

Atleast, he can afford to provide a shelter.

I sighed

He fastened the button on the tip of the umbrella with a sound of click and folded his umbrella and got inside the apartment.

"I live on the third floor." He guided me to the staircase.

We walked up the stairs and reached his room. He unlocked the door and gestured me to get inside. I hauled my suitcase but absent-mindedly I rolled the heavy bag pack over my feet which made me squirm out in pain.

"Be careful." He bolted to my rescue and helped me to get inside.

"Thanks." I said shyly, not sure about my first impression on him.

He stepped inside too after me and offered me to sit in the couch.

"Don't worry about the luggage. I will manage with the part." He spoke amusingly as if he was enjoying a good show of the catastrophes or I was causing or might cause one after another.

"That's so sweet of you."

"Just make sure not to fall again," he chuckled.

"I am a bit clumsy." I bit my lip nervously while I spoke.

He laughed out loud as if I had cracked a joke.

"That is alright sweetheart," he smirked.