MY EYES ARE WIDE and my lips are slightly parted in shock. He is standing there with eagerness surrounding the whole aura. Despite that black mask he has on back in that club, I knew—I can feel it with that similar intimidating aura he has on—that it is. This man standing inches away from me and that man sitting on the club near the dance floor at the club was the same person.
Everything comes in rewind. The moment my eyes landed into him downstairs to the moment our eyes met. I can still remember how just having to meet his eyes already puts me in a position that I still don’t have an answer with. That eye contact didn’t happen just once nor twice, rather more than thrice.
But then, embarrassment came rushing in. Restroom. Hallway. Kiss. I was reminded of my friend's words and the blurr
