Stumbled In Love [Complete]

7.

Werewolf?

Dracula?

Vampire?

Perhaps it was nothing supernatural.

Maybe the man was covered in non sheddable hair all over?

Or maybe it was just as simple as the man was butt ugly?

Whatever it may be, there was something definitely super fishy about the guy who was currently talking to me through the shut door via the intercom. The man's face I have yet to see after a whole 3 months of being ordered around.

Well, to be fair he turned out to be a lot less of a headache than I originally imagined, except the odd 4 am coffee he required once every couple of weeks. Which I find a lot more forgiving now that it came with a hefty tip every single time I visited his threshold before the crack of dawn. Once I figured out how badly he needed his grocery list to be EXACTLY the way he wanted, the job turned out to be smooth as butter. I mean, the dude literally stuck to the same script week after week.

But keeping the fattiest bank balance I have had in ever aside, I couldn't help but wonder what the big mystery surrounding the familiar stranger really was about.

If someone were to take a quick peek into my internet search history they would naturally think I was obsessed with the man.

Arthit Rojnapat.

Who is Arthit Rojnapat?

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Arthit Rojnapat profession

Ok, perhaps I was obsessed. But c'mon who wouldn't wonder at least a little bit who or what he really was and why after 'meeting' me daily for over three months now he still refused to show me his face. Especially since he was like a complete ghost on the world of the internet. How the bloody hell was there not one single picture or search result with his name? Did he really even exist?

Was he a famous movie star or something using an alias hiding away from some big old controversy?

Or perhaps he was on top of the countries' most wanted list and didn't want his identity revealed.

The ideas bouncing around my head as to who he truly was were getting bizarrely endless. Almost as if it was a puzzle I needed to solve before I found some sort of relief from making up conspiracy theories about my supposed boss.

After all, what did I really know about him?

He was obsessively particular about every single thing he ordered for me to buy.

Maybe he has OCD?

He had a dog named Chocolate, who he pampered to bits seeing how his food was more gourmet and pricier than what I ate in a whole month.

Oh and then he kind of liked to load up on his caffeine at oddest times of the night.

And weirdly, this little piece of information gave me the deepest glimpse into the mind of the man.

For instance, he must obviously did not have a regular 9 to 5 day job seeing how he had a habit of staying up all hours of the night.

I don't think he even likes coffee with the amount of sugar he dumped in every single cup, no matter what time of the day or night he gulped it.

But most importantly, he wasn't really fond of the rainstorms now, was he?

He might not have intended it but I had definitely noticed that most of his all nighters slash break of dawn coffee cravings somehow always overlapped when the weather about to get a little too wet. Did the man not have any friends or anything that I was the one he decided to annoy everytime the clouds decided to be a little noisier than normal?