Intrepid Spy A Love Entrapment

"OMG! Abby, he is so cute!" Just a normal day, sightseeing men. Seeing him again excited me and gave me goosebumps. It is Eduard, my longtime crush. My efforts were almost likely interrupted, my ways of making him notice me failed. This man that annoys me ruined my day. Everytime I find an opportunity to catch Eduard's attention, this guy incidentally interrupts and walks by. I wondered if he did it on purpose. I roll my eyes and am annoyed. He is tall. His hair, I think, is barely trimmed and maintained, with a long thick beard. He wears loose jeans, a shirt and a jacket. I don't pay much attention to him. All I can see is, he is a threat to Eduard and me. "Not in this man. No. Not this man." "Celine, calm down, don't waste your time on that man." Abby, my best friend, whispered. The man noticed us or even heard Abby and I talking. "Excuse me, he's coming." Abby whispered, excusing herself, and winked as the man approached me. "Hi! Miss. Is that a mole or dirt on your face? "Huh?" "Excuse me, are you talking to me Mr.?" "Yeah, it's you, no one else." The man leaned towards me. I thought he would kiss me. I can almost feel his breath behind my neck. "Did I ruin your dreams for Eduard?" It was a low voice but it did reach my ears. "Why are you so mean? Yes, you ruined everything that is in me." "Hey! Wait a second, I didn't do anything harmful to ruin you." He answered sarcastically. Agh!! I was so upset by his forwardness. "Let a man chase you, on the other side of the coin, they will lose interest in you." He said and left smiling. "Bye, ducky!" He said goodbye in a friendly and teasing manner. "Agh! He really gets on my nerves. Is he making fun of me?" "Ehm, ugh,ugh" Abby can't keep on coughing and laughing. "Hey! What? Why are you keeping on doing that?" "Maybe he likes you." "His a nuisance. I don't like him." "Oh! really. Yeah, just give him a chance." The day is young, I am thinking, convinced and persuaded to be just happy. Smiling adds to your beauty. So, I apply some power on my face and pat lip balm on my lips and there you go. Fresh and ready for a new day. "Celine!" It's Abby. Her high heels almost broke from rushing towards me. "Have you seen them, the seniors in Engineering and Arts? His name is Sinad Clark Franzione, and guess what, he really looks good." I just kept silent, ignoring her, mumbling, seeking justice for myself. I felt upset when I saw Eduard with another girl. Screwed up because of what I had seen. "Hey! Celine! Did you hear me? I said I saw Sinad!" "Whose Sinad? I don't care anymore about other men . All I want is Eduard. It's hard to forget him. He's been my heart's longing for." "What? He already has Coreen. Stop chasing him. Sinad might be the one for you. He's Alfred's identical twin brother. Next week, the school will be doing an art project. Sinad and Alfred are coming. I want you to come with me." I just nod, my thoughts are preoccupied. "Whatever?" "Hey! Stop acting like that." Abby chuckled. Grinning from ear to ear. At the art exhibit. "Hey! Have you seen them? The twins!" Says Abby in a soft voice and eager tone. "Yeah! Oh my gosh! Abby, I think I am in love, I think I found him the, the love of my life. I can't it. It's Sinad. I was astounded by his presence. Oh! my gosh!" Thrilled and enthralled, I had already forgotten Eduard. An idea built into my mind. The place was crowded with students from different departments. I almost can't see him, yet I feel excited for me and my Sinad. I kept eyeing Sinad all throughout the event. When I got the chance to meet him, he was gone. "Miss, are you looking for someone?" I thought I had seen a Greek God. "Yes" I said, stuttering. I don't know what to say. I was shocked and awed by his presence. "Yes! Yes! You are Sinad, right?" I answered without the presence of mind. "No, I am Alfred, his twin brother, but I can lead you to him." He answered. "Oh? I see, I am sorry, but yes, yes please, can you tell me where he is?" My heart is pounding faster now. I can't wait to see Sinad and finally meet him. I scanned the place to find him. I heard scratches of chalk and pen onboard . I followed the sound. He is sitting on a stool with his canvas facing east. I see his body built, but it is shaded with dim light. Only a slit of the lamp light in his workplace. "Hi!" I said, composed and filled with confidence. "What are you doing here?" The animosity between his words was felt deeply in his voice. "Huh! I am a bit surprised at how unwelcome treatment I got. His voice is in a low tone. It was almost a whisper, but it did reach my ears. "Uh, uhm, why? I mean, I just wanted to check on you." My composure is weakening. "My name is Celine. Could we become friends? At least we are in the same school, I am in journalism and I am, I mean, I can write for the promotion of your works." "No, thank you, I don't need that, I can do that myself, and one more thing." He paused. I am waiting to wait for his next action. "What is it?" I asked in a more bold way, hoping his indifference would change. "No, nothing forget it, if you don't mind, I'm busy." He grimaced and shooed me away. "Uh, can I invite you to our debate speech? It's nearly five days from now. In the auditorium at 1: 00 pm. I hope you can come." I crossed my fingers and whispered a prayer. I stood for many minutes, waiting for his response. He just continued sketching. He never minded the time passing. I look at him, mindfully, praying God will give him to me. He has a prominent nose, red and supple lips, lamps shading the dim night. Light reflected into his eyes, deep brown eyes. Like Alfred, he is picturesque, very attractive and pleasing to the eyes. Uncomfortableness and quietness connote bad signs. To lighten up, I started to c***k a joke. I don't know if it will work, but I hope it will. So, the night is up and the place is cool. Trees and flowers bloom in the windy grace. "Uhm, can I borrow your chalk? Uhm, I mean talk." The silence is killing me. His thoughts are unfathomable. He got his work done. "What do you want?" he said in a very authoritative way. My knees were shaking. Why is he so rude? Titled chin, I looked up, trying to meet his eyes. I manage to face him like the loser of wars. "I said, what do you want?" but with moderation now. I don't know what to say. I feel embarrassed and so I leave. After weeks of avoiding him. I have to fix myself again. "Don't settle for less," says Abby, as if she is a pro. "Celine, you have a letter, open it." It was Abby, trying to console me. The letter was handed to me. "Scusa Ducky." It means sorry darling. Maybe it came from Sinad. My heart is still hurting. My eyes were still swollen because of day and night crying.