“Hey, Good evening ” he greeted with his lips glittering and I didn't know what or how to respond, I was so tired of this guy and his 'NOTICE ME!!!!' kind of dressing.
I nod at him waiting for him to exit but it seems he just qualified for a starring contest.
“Come in, I remembered that I forgot something at the provision store. I want to get it back,” he said much to my regret but I still entered, and seeing his finger on the first button, I just nodded in agreement and he pressed it.
I knew I was in a deep mess because he was going to raid my still-water mind with conversations that weren't going to help the Republic of Korea but because he could turn out as my company's customer tomorrow, I would just be calm and bear it.
“Thanks for helping me out that night. ” he began, huh I knew it!
'Nods' At this point I felt that I was representing my whole race when questioning why televisions haven't been added to elevators.
“How was work? ” he inquired and the 'work' gat his lips looking like a disco ball. I won't escape this one... URGH!!! How much do they pay this guy???
“Fine, thank you. ” I responded regretting why I kept my phone inside.
“Have you eaten yet? ” he posed. This guy ain't gon' give up, is he?
“About to.. ” calm down girl, you're representing your whole black race, be nice, be nice cause Uncle Santa's nice.
I knew I was getting on being rude because this guy didn't look like he was gonna be quiet soon.
“Oh me too, I bought some things but I forgot them at the store where I bought them. ” he lowered his voice at the end of this unwanted answer but 'why is he looking... so embarrassed though? ' cause nobody cared!!
"I didn't ask but.. why would you forget... You know what? never mind." I gave up, this guy was just worth me not caring.
“Oh?! ” he shyly sounded interested, “I first bought them on my way home but I got a call from work so I paid and asked them to keep them for me” he explained like it was my business to know,
"Ok, he's not a jobless goblin after all. Hmm. ” I reasoned but at this moment, I needed a reason(s) to avoid this guy. So, I just smiled and faced my business but no,
“Art, I paint... I'm an artist,” he continued... 'Oh god... But why?' I internally groaned behind the smiles.
'Did you say art? Paint? Say no more, Mr.' I thought immediately as I looked at him from head to toe reviewing his anger-stimulating color combination in my mind.
“I sketch, I'm into photography and few other things artiste do,” he commented when he saw my reaction towards his clothes,
“Following your passion I see. ” I chirped in looking at his shimmering silver lipstick.
“Yeah, I have loved pictures since I was little, either by drawing, painting, or photography, I love how colors affect us as humans..... ” he was busy newscasting and I was scanning him from head to toe.
He went on talking nonstop and I was just thinking and correcting his color-blind combination not listening to a word he was saying.
“... and since then, I decided Art was my calling. ” he ended when we got to the entrance of the provision store. I opened the door and breathed in the air of relief. He talked till we got to the store?!
I took the hamper and began shopping, and because he was a talker, he continued not even caring that wasn't interested. I couldn't believe that with one phrase he could spill the secrets of the CIA and FBI at a go, without stammering or even mincing words.
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The Bracelet
Historical Fiction"Our heart is like a bracelet, it can be gifted or stolen, shown or hidden, scattered or together, kept or thrown away, preserved or destroyed..." he said while walking with each word rhythmically fitting his steps. "You should have just been speci...
