the meet - part I

As I was moving within the opening of old apartments the thoughts of meeting him in few minutes were killing me, building up the tension whether he would like me or run away instantly though I know I am pretty. Praying to myself for less creepiness hoped this one doesn’t turns out to be like the last one as i cant expect anything new now. Please this one should be normal should have cropped hair, should behave like human, and the most important doesn’t brag about himself or else I would kick his ass then and there only.

I was looking at the phone constantly when it will ring. I wanted to see him. Real bad. Suddenly it rings I pick up immediately without even spending a second and there on the other side of the phone his spirit melting voice tells me ‘I am here’, they are not letting my car in what should I do?. Adding a point to my list of stupid reply I said ‘arre, walk na till you reach flat number 20, 21, 22 ‘I didn’t remember the exact flat number blame my awful memory or the nervousness at the moment! Still he was taking somewhat a long time to arrive at the exact place I thought someone must have caught him while he was coming this way definitely he must have got himself in some dead serious trouble. Out of curiosity I dialed his number again he picked up 6 second late yes I even noticed that. He said ‘bas, coming coming almost there and there I saw him walking towards me in his purple T-shirt with puma written on it and below a washed out sky blue jeans with black and navy blue chappals and how can I forget the shades. He was looking infinitely cute; the rays were deviating behind his back making him look totally divine and I said to myself I couldn’t have asked for anything better.