Reminiscing
1168 Words
2018
Clara
“Well well, if it isn't the clumsy green eyed lady” his deep smooth voice teased, resonating something in me
“Oh ummm… I am so sorry” I said looking at his beautifully chiseled face and those blue eyes of his that I never thought I'll see again
“You always say that but why do I feel like you don't mean it” he said with that smirk that he so easily pulls on his face
“What?” I asked with a confused look
“Cause you always find a way to repeat it” he said with so much pride seeping through his voice
“Are you seriously saying that I purposely bump into you?” I asked eager to bring down his pride.
Every other girl at toppings might readily want to throw themselves at him but not me.. Ok?
“Well that seems like the only explanation to this constant and similar way we meet”
He said smiling now, he seems to be enjoying teasing me
“Well…” I continued quickly looking for a come back
“How would I know you would be coming straight at me like that” I said defensively getting a smirk from him
“Well you would have known if those green eyes weren't so attached to your phone as you walk” he said with a scoff which left a smile on his lips as he stared into my eyes
“Touche” I said a bit above a wishper, not wanting to take my eyes off his either and soon I was also smiling .
It's crazy how he always effortlessly get me smiling
“Uhmmm” I sturted, immediately remembering why I was staring at my phone in the first place. I had to meet my dad
I'm sorry, I have to go," I blurted out, attempting to create some distance between us. Before I could do that, his hand gently encircled my upper arm, effectively halting my escape.
"Not so fast," he murmured, his voice a low, seductive whisper as he slowly slid his hand down my arm until it reached my palm. A surge of electricity raced through my veins at his touch,
involuntary I let out a gasp. He chuckled knowingly, fully aware of the effect he had on me.
With his gaze still locked on mine, he reached for my phone, his eyes searching for something deeper within me.
"This is my number," he said, effortlessly inputting his contact information.
"Text me, green eyes," he instructed as he placed my phone back in my hand. I find it quite charming that he has a name for me.
"Let's meet up," he suggested, gently lifting my chin, urging me to meet his gaze. There was something about those eyes that I couldn't quite place, yet they held me captive.
He tenderly brushed his thumb against my chin, giving one of those his heart-stopping smile before turning to walk away.
As I stood there, momentarily frozen in place, I couldn't help but question why I yearned for him to stay.
"Clara," I whispered to myself.
It had been a while since I'd heard my real name spoken aloud, and the familiarity served as a reminder that I had somewhere else to be.
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I stepped into the Limosneros restaurant . A wonderful eatery 30 minutes drive from the house. I wondered why my dad would decide we should talk here when we can just talk at home. Though I concluded that he probably misses mom.
Before mom died I remember how the three of us would always come here to eat.
Mom loved this place so much, especially their fajitas served with vegetables.
I spotted my dad and I walked down to the table and sat
“Hi Dad,” I greeted .
“Clara” The only person that addresses me with that now.
He also gave me Angela to tell others so I won't be identified.
He responded with a smile and nodded.
It's quite odd but it's really nice seeing my dad smile, he's always so serious all the time since mom died.
I always remember how happy he was before mom died
I took the menu to place an order
“I already placed an order” my dad said and now it was my turn to smile when I saw the waitress approaching with fajitas and vegetables served with tortillas, wine and varieties of….
“You remembered her favorites” I said smiling to my dad
“I never forget anything about her” he returned the smile
“So what exactly is this meeting for” I said diving into my meal
“I'll be traveling to Tijuana for business”
My dad said acting like he always lets me know before he travels.
He is hardly around and I know it because he has certain responsibilities as the leader of his mafia business and I have accepted that.
Though one thing I know is;
I'll never get involved in any of that. It's a dangerous business filled with rivals and battles.
Mom got involved. She must not have been careful cause it got her killed and I decided to learn from her mistake
“Seriously Dad?” I replied looking at him with
“Ok fine, maybe I just want to spend a little time with my daughter, is that so bad?” He admitted and I realized that we actually haven't spoken to each other very well in a while .
I'm always in school and he always have one business or the other to take care off
“It's not dad. I'm glad you did” I smiled and took a sip of my drink
“So how is school”
“Good, Almost done with my project “
“That's good Clara. Don't get distracted. Your academics should be your top priority now ok?”
“Yes Sir” I said obediently. My dad has always wanted me to be a doctor and I've decided to make him proud amidst all opposing factors.
“That's my daughter” he said and we ate in silence, then he cracked some jokes and soon we were done eating .
Our driver drove us home.
I stepped into my room, took a quick shower, changed into my nitties and prepared my bed to sleep .
I laid on my comfortable bed to sleep but instead of sleeping, all my thoughts went to him.
I remembered I got his number today.
I hesitated but texted him either way
“Hi” then threw my phone across the bed. A second passed then 2, then probably 10 before my phone chimed. I hurried to check it out. It was a reply from him:
“It took you forever”
I looked at the message smiling.
Why do I feel like it's going to be a long night?
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