Running from yesterday

Chapter 4

Me to myself- “curtains curtains curtains…if I were a curtain where would I be?”

Strange unfamiliar voice- “Probably not in the wrong aisle talking to yourself.”

I turn around to see a guy walking towards me. He has black hair, a leather jacket, and jeans with cowboy boots. The way he walks is kinda intimidating. “Excuse me?” I say to him. “Curtains usually don't speak to themselves… they don't speak at all.” He is about 4 feet away from me when he elaborates. Now that he's closer I see his eyes…they are such a bright blue, a gorgeous blue. And broad shoulders… “talking to themself?” I ask, confused. “You were talking to yourself… out loud?” I didn't even notice I was talking out loud. I can feel my face get red out of embarrassment. He chuckles, how dare he chuckle?? “So are you going to help me find curtains or are you just gonna make fun of me?” yeah I know, I'm rude.

He's smirking…

Oh…

My…

God…

That- he- he has to be the hottest guy alive.

“Follow me, Ms Curtain” I roll my eyes at that remark. yes, he is attractive, but he sure as hell is annoying. While I'm following him, he slows down to get closer to me. I don't look at him. I keep an eye out looking for curtains. “So. Ms Curtain…how old are you? Like 12?” the f**k? Did he just say I look 12?? “I am 17 thank you very much. Asshole.” I roll my eyes answering that question. He looks at me and c***s an eyebrow. “I'm the one helping you here.” he's got a point. I have no right talking to him like that considering he's helping me find where the curtains are.

"And how old are you?" I ask, a playful smirk forming on my lips. "I hope you're not older than 18, considering you wanted to talk to me, thinking I'm 12," I add with a hint of amusement. His smirk transforms into a sly smile as he witnesses my realization that we're both 17.

With a confident stride, he leads me into an aisle filled with metal and nails. I furrow my brow, puzzled by our new surroundings. "What? This place doesn't sell curtains, so I'm assuming you were looking for curtain rods," he says, his observation impressing me. Determined not to let him be right, I retort, "Incorrect. I need both curtains and a rod. But thank you for informing me that there are no curtains here."

A sarcastic laugh escapes his lips, but I refuse to let him see my deception. "Thank you so much for your help, but your assistance is no longer needed," I say dismissively, turning my attention to finding a rod that matches the measurements I require. Yet, despite my attempt to distance myself, I can sense his lingering presence, his aura overwhelming. "Are you sure you know what you're looking for?" he questions, his astuteness irritating me. And frustratingly enough, he's right once again. "Yes, quite sure. I found it," I reply, grabbing hold of a peculiar pole, hoping it will be enough to make him go away. But his smirk only grows wider. "So you're planning to hang your curtains up with a broomstick?" he teases, his words dripping with playful mockery.

how did I not notice I picked up a broom??

“What are the measurements that you need?” he steps closer to me, looking over my shoulder to see my phone. I suddenly forget how to breathe. His warm breath on my neck.

…Holy hell…

…his hand is on my arm…

“Lucky for you I know exactly where to get it” he walks a few steps away. I'm suddenly very aware of his hands' absence. He picks up a long, slim box. When he hands it to me, we lock eyes…

I've never seen anyone's eyes that are that pretty of a blue…

As I feel his intense gaze locked onto my eyes, I can't help but be captivated by the sheer intensity of his presence. It's as if the world around us fades into the background, leaving only the two of us in this mesmerizing moment. His eyes hold a mysterious depth, drawing me in like a moth to a flame.

Lost in this enchanting trance, I'm barely aware of the words that escape his lips. My mind is consumed by the powerful connection we seem to share, leaving me unable to comprehend anything else. It's as if time stands still, and all that matters is the electrifying energy buzzing between us.

Suddenly, his words cut through the haze, jolting me back to reality. "Hello? I asked for your name..." His voice is smooth, sending shivers down my spine. I quickly shake off the daze and manage to respond, my voice slightly breathless, "Maria. And yours?"

My knees threaten to buckle beneath me as his voice, dripping with charm, replies, "Reuben, pleasure."

The sound of his name, sends a wave of excitement and anticipation through me. It's a name that carries a certain allure, an air of mystery that only deepens my fascination.

My heart skips a beat, and a rush of warmth floods my cheeks.

“Nice meeting you, and thanks.” I walk away to check out.