Blind Love.

three: signature kiss.

"I hope you're feeling good, Miss. G'day."

The footsteps of the nurse fade slowly, leaving her alone on the bed.

She couldn't sit still. This is the day she is waiting for. This is it.

Her lips turn numb due to biting. She play with her fingers—thinking about how the world is going to look like.

Excited, certainly she is.

A sudden sound of a step causes her breath to startle. "Josa."

She turns at the direction of the voice. "Is that you?"

"If you're indicating to the most charming guy ever, then yes."

Him and his jokes. She thought to herself.

"What are you doing here?"

"I just thought you'd enjoy my company. Won't you?"

"I actually missed you."

The sound of his laugh fills the ward.

"I miss you more, believe me.'

"Are you always this flirty?"

"Yesterday was the first time I'm ever included in an actual conversation with a girl."

She blushes.

"You're blushing" He guesses, but seems to be true.

"Wow I thought the surgery is today,"

"Well. . I can feel it. You always blush when we're talking."

That makes her blush even harder. He is surely some kind of love to her now.

"I like you."

"Well tell me something I don't know, yeah?" Smirking, he touches her palm on the bed and holds it securely in his hands.

She likes him even better. Why didn't she find herself a guy like this before?

Only God knows how fast their heart is beating and pounding as they wait patiently in their hospital gowns.

"Are you nervous?" He asks, fixing himself sitting on the bed.

"yes."

"Ah don't be. We'll do just fine."

"No. I'm not worried about the surgery. I'm worrying about if my eyesight is coming back, I have to marry you. That's what scaring me."

He shakes his head with a smile. This girl really knows how to win his heart.

"So you really do think of our marriage. . "

She has an egg on her face.

How could she possibly say that, so truthfully?

Before she could answer, another voice interrupts their chatters.

"Get ready, you're getting sent to the surgery rooms." How the nurse uses plural on the word room makes him sigh. They have to separate for now.

Somehow she also doesn't feel any better about it.

She is ready to flop right back into her bed when he stops her.

"Wait girl!" He touches his way to her. He then plant kisses on his fingers before transferring them to her lips.

The evaporation of the personal space between them give her some kind of buzzing electricity heat.

"What are you doing?" She asks as soon as he retracts his hand from touching her lips.

"I just kissed you."

"Wasn't that your finger?"

"I kissed it first then I place it on your lips."

"Interesting." Now she repeats the same process, to him. "and I kissed you back."

"Good luck,"