Thief

Battle Of Conscience

Ryan’s POV

She was watching me.

I was observing the crown when I noticed her.

Steve was actually telling truth. This place was full of pretty ladies. Some were there with dates, while others were with groups. They were all different, some short, some tall, fair skinned, dark skinned; though one thing was common. They were all posh and sophisticated.

But that girl, she had something that caught my eye. I couldn’t pinpoint what exactly that thing was but she had something.

Long black hair that she had worn down and curly. She had beige skin and black eyes. Asian. Possibly Indian.  She was wearing a lovely yellow dress that went as long as her ankle. The color really complimented her skin. Her bare arms looked almost edible.

I wondered what she would look like if she twirled. Like a Ray of sunshine.

I had sensed her checking me out but then she looked away, looking almost guilty. I could see she was waiting for someone, as she was constantly looking at the entrance. For a while she started playing with her phone. Her long hair kept coming down to her face that she was irritatingly pushing back. She was chewing on her lower lip in nervousness, looking absolutely adorable.

A few minutes later she started watching me again, I could sense she liked what she saw. I was used to the girls staring at me, it was nothing new. I was never resistible.

I pretended not to notice as she kept studying me with interest and looking guilty about it. I had this crazy idea of catching her staring, wondering what her reaction might be.

And when I caught her, something amazing happened.

She blushed. 

Her rosy cheeks darkened a few shades and to add to my joy, her nose turned bright pink. She looked so cute.

I couldn’t remember the last time I saw a woman blush like that; I couldn’t help but smile at her.

I was rewarded with some more blush, I didn’t think it was possible for a human to turn this red.

She smiled back hesitantly, embarrassed. While most would keep staring invitingly, she looked away.

I don’t know how to explain this but I felt something deep. It was stupid, foolish, and totally unrealistic but that girl was something else.

This girl wasn’t someone I should interact with. Just by looking at her I could that she wasn’t the ‘no strings attach’ type. The type I was comfortable with.  

She collected her bag and went to the bar. I knew I shouldn’t and I knew it was no good. I was here for the job, for merely a week, making a move was not smart, I should just let her go and focus on the job. It was best for both of our interests, but yet,

I followed her.

“One pure orange juice, with no alcohol.” She ordered.

Before I could stop myself, I heard myself say, “That’s an interesting choice.”

She turned to look at me, dumbfounded. Her mouth opened, and she looked as if she had seen a ghost.

I flashed my best smile, “I would have chosen something strong,” I tuned to the barman and ordered, “A martini shaken not stirred.”

The barman went to work and I pulled myself a stool, looking at her.

She hesitated before muttering “I don’t drink alcohol” she looked a mixture of nervous and scared. I didn’t know why but the knowledge that she didn’t drink alcohol filled me with pure joy.