Rhapsody

Chapter:-5 ✧*。

Ella was flying. The stranger had powerful eyes and smooth skin without any blemishes as such and after the massage he was like glowing.

Though the man didn't have any sign that he worked out, she got a hint that he didn't lead a sedentary life either.

"He is not a celebrity or from the star world in anyway ", Ella guessed. With the stranger still holding her hands and studying them like ancient specimen she also got a taste of his touch and behaviour. The touch was soft and warm like he had someone to care for back at home and it also had some hard skins at the tips of the fingers and finger joints which said he held something every day for long hours and they were not as taken care of as other parts of his being.

The connection snapped as soon as the person let go of her hands and stood up to go to the changing room. Ella couldn't help but glance at his profile. He had a tattoo, a bold one but small enough to go unnoticed. Squinting her eyes she read what it said.

It said...' Lola'. She gasped at the realisation that the name could be of a potential woman from his personal or love life and the sparks were doused a little.

Still his eyes, the mysterious tattoo at the base of his neck just brushing the collar bone, the wheatish skin and the perfectly shaped and formed feet and hands and not to forget the voice; everything screamed to her that chances were very little that he was not already taken by some feminine charisma and she should stop focussing on him altogether.

When he left he looked at her once more, the black hair a bit disheveled and the roundish huge black frames accentuating his eyes, though he looked better without the specs and his strong squarish jaw and a slight double chin stretched into a bright grin.

And then he left the room and seemed to have taken a part of a Ella's rationale with him. 

Ella was chiding herself internally for not even as much as attempting to start a conversation with the man. For the first time she regretted not even as to wearing some simple jewellery like ear rings, a coat of lip gloss and a bit of eye makeup for her customers. But then it would mean she was degrading her profession. She reminded herself that the people came here for her hands and not her looks. Anyway it didn't matter.

Her life wouldn't change because of a mysterious man who had said 'thank you'. The chances were as slim as a strand of hair that she would ever see him again.