Tomorrow

Chapter 5

Marigold's POV

Strolling out of the cinema after booking an Uber back home, I'm alerted that my ride is 5 minutes away. I can't help but envy Lilian at times, the way she gets attention everywhere she goes and from anyone. I'm wondering why no reasonable person approaches me it's usually just ransom lowlifes cat calling me and whatnot. I can't remember going out and someone responsible coming up and striking a conversation with me, well they aren't to blame its my resting b***h face that it's to blame. Lilian calls me a b***h because of this fact saying that I looked like a b***h the first time she met me and that nickname has sticked every since. The funny thing is that it's my neutral face you don't expect me to be smiling or laughing for no reason Lilian just has sprinkles of luck in her life. Look at me talking as if I want to entertain anybody conversation that isn't focused on my future goals.

Reminisceing on the kdrama we just watched, I can't help but think what falling in love means. Is this not the question we ask ourselves? Love is a variety of things, it can be simple or complicated, good or bad for you. To some love is only saying three simple words that carry a grand meaning. To me falling in love is a myth, I've never felt or experienced it. I feel its a tale passed around by people that wanted an excuse to act like idiots so that they could label their insanity in public. People go into relationships for one reason-attraction but they paint this exaggerated image as undying adoration and devotion and call it love. I've seen lots of cases like this, when thr attraction fades so will the relationship.

My driver calls and confirms his location then I made way over to my ride back home, I asked him to play my favourite song for this week "fake a smile" by Alan Walker. It clearly fits my mood right now. Before I know it I reached my place, I got out of the cat and thanked the driver, he was very competent and kept quiet throughout the ride.

I smiled to myself because I realise I'm stepping out of my comfort zone. I've never thought of leaving my house after 8pm but here I am arriving home by 11pm. Walking towards my home I couldn't help but look across the street and found the Kitchn still open. I felt this inexplicable pulll to go there, maybe just maybe that stranger, White will be seated there. There's something I've learned in this life and that is sometimes tomorrow may be too late and I have to get things done today. I shouldn't delay actions for tomorrow as there may be missed opportunities.

I walked towards the diner and I entered it about to order sparkling water and cookies. As I observed the diner, it was quite empty and I locked eyes with White...Bingo. I didn't hesitate to walk towards him, I can't lie and say I haven't secretly wanted to see him again. On my arrival, he stood up from his seat and smiled and it was quite calming "Hello there" I heard him say and I replied "Hi stranger" still on my feet. For once in my life I felt like I was in a Korean romance drama just like the one I just watched in the movie theater. It felt like time stopped for both of us as we were looking into each other's eyes. I read a quote somewhere and it goes "eye are the windows of life". I can count on my fingers thd number of people I've looked in the eye and I immediately break the contact but I realised I like looking at his eyes. His eyes are brown and warm. It's an eye that can see through me. I love the kind of attention I'm getting from his eyes.

"Oh please, have your seat" he spoke up, I instantly blinked my eyes to get back to reality and just awkwardly smiled and had my seat. I hope he won't see me as weird, a second later the waitresses placed my cookies and sparkling water in my front and I noticed that White was enjoying a dish of peppered meat alongside a drink before my arrival. I guess he likes this dish particularly, I recall seeing him eating peppered meat the first time I met him.

"So how have you been? Quite s surprise seeing you here again at this tine" he strikes up a conversation. I simply replied that's I'm good and was just coming back from the movies. "Oh seeing how you look so elegantly dressed, I guess your date went well" I just laughed and turn down that statement saying I went for a girls night out with my best friend. He apologised for implying wrongly. It went quiet for a while because of table manners and I used that opportunity to observe, dressed in grey joggers and black sweatshirts with an eye catching hand bead he looked effortlessly amazing and that's a big deal for me because I'm not easily impressed. He looked classy and it's not the "I'm trying too hard to look classy kinda classy" but it seems it comes naturally to him. From the way he sits upright while eating, to how he handles his utensils, to how he cleans his mouth and even locks his finger is deemed classy. After consuming his dish, he called for a waitress to clean up and also ordered ice cream after asking if I would care for some. I glady said yes because why not and I was already done with my cookies but still had a sweet tooth but the overall reason was that I don't wanna leave yet.

Vanilla flavoured ice cream was placed in my front not long after and I looked towards his own choice but couldn't pin point what flavor it is. He noticed me watching his ice-cream and simply said its "Black raspberry chip ice cream" admittedly that's the first time I'm hearing of this flavour but icecream is icecream.

White looked me in the eyes and asked "How are you?"