The Girl [ep11]

Her face was pressed
on my chest. Then, she
slowly looked up at me.
I was so surprised that
she was not a middle-
aged woman at all. She
was young, so young…
eighteen, probably? Her
face was well modeled
and very feminine. And
the wind whipped color
into her cheeks. She
parted her lips, gasping
for air. It gave me the
opportunity to stare at
the moistness of her
sweet curled lips. Then,
I held her eyes for a
while, behind its black
rimmed eyeglasses. She
had beautiful sparkling
green eyes, like
emeralds. She looked so
familiar. Her eyes
reminded me of
someone.
“Yes, I’m fine, I’m
sorry, Sir… I’m okay.”
“Are you sure? You look
so fragile.” I let go of
her and she instantly
stepped backward.
“Yes, actually, I’m
stronger that you
thought. Looks could be
very deceiving
sometimes.”
I frowned at her.
“That’s hard to believe.
You’re so thin, I could
easily break your bones
with my two fingers.
You even look
malnourished.”
She inhaled deeply and
smiled sarcastically.
“Thanks for the
compliment, Sir. I have
to go, I’m already late
for work.” She spun and
went towards the
coffee shop door.
“You’re welcome.” I
provoked her. She
sounded so upset. “Are
you sure, you’re okay?
She went back,
stomping her feet on
the ground and stood in
front of me. I was
surprised when she
jumped up and down,
then made exaggerated
lunges and stretching,
then, springing her arms
upwards and sideways.
“See? Nothing’s broken.
I’m fine, OKAY!”
I was amused by her
actions, she was a
funny girl. “Okay, I’m
convinced. Be careful
next time and watch
your steps.”
She glared at me, her
lips thinned with
irritation. We stared at
each other across a
sudden ringing silence.
“Everything okay?”
Donovan, who came out
of the coffee shop,
asked me.
“Yeah, come on, let’s
go.” I strode to my car
and left the girl staring
at us.
“That was the woman
who made our coffee
yesterday.” Donovan
said, the moment we
were in the car.
“Yeah, I figured that
out.” I drove the car
smoothly.
“Too bad you haven’t
enjoyed your morning
coffee, Sir.”
“Yeah… too bad…” I
groaned then, drove in
silence. Thinking of
glimmering emerald
eyes. After five
minutes of driving, I
stopped the car and
made a U-turn.
“Where are we going,
Sir?” Donovan asked.
“I realized, I really need
that coffee.”