Stumbled In Love [Complete]

8.

Four days.

Four fucking days!

Four days and I am pretty sure I look like a freaking looney toons character with the way my eyeballs are stuck to the screen of my phone, waiting, rather impatiently I might add, for the mystery man to call on me once again.

Four days and I am still kicking myself for completely missing meeting him by like one microsecond. By the time I had tripped all over my feet to rush to the door and swung it open, I was staring at the tall slender back of the man walking away from me.

Who seemed strangely...normal.

Clad in formal beige pants and a light blue shirt he looked just so different than all the supernatural beings I had imagined him as, that it simply heightened my curiosity even more. But weirdly when I did call out to him as I stepped into the shared hallway, eager to see his face for the first time, I watched him suddenly halt his steps as if I had caught him off guard. And then even more surprisingly, instead of turning around like I was expecting him to, he actually quickened his steps towards his apartment and practically raced inside. Taking his dog, an ironically white lab named Chocolate with him, and before I had managed to even finish calling out his name, the door was slammed shut on my face.

And there came all the bizarrest, wildest conspiracies crashing back into my brain.

Seriously, what was the man trying to hide?

As if having my jaw taped to the floor while I stared dumbfounded at the wooden slab currently shielding the man from my view once again, he then had to go and act in an even stranger manner than he normally does.

I mean, do I even need to elaborate when its been FOUR, four fucking days and he hasn't called, messaged, asked for coffee, nothing. Nothing at all. Zilch. Zero. Nada. The last, and to be fair the only time I had seen him he was scurrying away from me. And now there was not a peep from his end. How any normal human would not be convulsed in curiosity at this point is totally beyond me.

I had long since even stopped questioning my sanity as I found myself haunting the floor of his apartment completely unrequired in the pure hopes of running into him randomly. And surely my stupidity came into HD focus cause when has that ever happened in the past three months? Not once obviously. What genius moment was I having that I thought this would ever work?

And yet what do I do on the 5th consecutive day?

Prowl up and down the hallway once again of course.

Even my strategy of extracting some information from his rather chatty neighbour turned out to be completely useless, cause extremely talkative she may be, but somehow I have a sneaky suspicion that she has never uttered a word she hasn't fully intended to reveal. And obviously she has no intention of telling me anything remotely interesting about him cause no matter how much I have tried to finesse our conversations over to him over the past 4 days she has stayed clear from pretty much everything that I didn't already know. And I literally know nothing.

But you know what, after two whole decades of dealing with two pairs of the most headstrong twin sisters pampered to a fault by our parents, I am more than trained to deal with problematic characters that are difficult to crack. And although Mrs. Paikarn had told me very little about him, I probably already knew his greatest weakness.

So on the 6th day with still no call or message I equipped myself with the secret weapon, marched up to his door, and pressed my finger against the door bell for a full minute without a hint of a break.

"What?"

At least some things never change.

"I got your grocery for the day."