The Fireworks Of Pleasure
The waiter came and decently passed on the menu card our way. I loved Italian food. Im fact, I was in awe how he got to know about the food I loved.
Maybe he had asked Carl about it, considering that he had reserved the table beforehand. I had the doubts that he connected with Carl on this matter and inquired about my favorite dishes or food.
At the same time I did not think he would ask him about the likes or dislikes of his sister.
"How do you know?" I preferred to ask him directly.
"What?" He asked.
"That I loved Italian food." I said.
"No, I didn't know it." He said.
"Then why you bring me here?" I asked.
"Because I love Italian food."
He said, plainly.
"And you bring me here just because you like to eat Italian food?"
"Yes."
He said.
His attitude seemed so annoying to me. The harder I try to get it, the more I found myself tangled in it.
Why he bring me here on a lunch, why he picked me up in the first place if he had no moods to talk to me nicely. I mean what was that behavior of his, I was unable to get it.
Freaking damn annoying.
Instead of making my mood lighter which I thought he would do, he roasted my mind with his weird attitude which I failed to get every time..
What he wanted, What he thinks, what he's planning. Damn hard for anyone to get. What a conundrum personality he had.
Despite the fact that he irritates me with his strange behavior, the way he cares about me, but not bothers to answer my questions. The way he brings me on a lunch but doesn't bothers to talk to me nicely. He's a conundrum. I tried hard to solve yet get more confused about it. But still I get attracted towards him. I wanted to spend my time with him. I wanted to have lunch with him and talk to him about everything. Wanted to know about him and tell him about myself.
The most irritating habit of his was that he never gave me straight answer instead asked me question in response to my question. And sometimes just turned my answers into ditto same questions.
I get so frustrated my his behavior sometimes but still he had something in him, which attracted me towards him.
We both ordered our food as the waiter noted down our orders and averted back.
"How's your day went?" He asked though his head was ducked into his phone as his fingers were busy in typing. He was probably typing a message to someone.
"Good." I said plainly. I decided to treat him the way he treats me. Unfortunately, I wasn't that good at this as he.
"So, you wanted to pursue this childhood?"
He asked.
"Never." I said.
He level up his gaze from his phone to me and looked at me, his face expression less and lips pursed tightly.
He didn't say anything and reverted his gaze to his phone after staring at me for sometime.
How should I comprehend this behavior now.
Oh God.
This man is so puzzling.
'Please say something. Don't you know the etiquette of sharing a table with a girl. How could you ignore me completely and been busied with your phone all the time.'
Suddenly he put off his phone and became attentive. My initial thought was that he might have heard my inner voices shouting loud at him.
"Ehm..."
He cleared his throat.
"Sorry, I had to reply to some important emails."
He said.
Why the hell he's now giving me clarifications, I did ask him anything.
"I can understand." I said.
Sitting next to him was becoming more awkward with each passing moment. The growing silence and the abrupt questions, the unwanted clarifications and then again strange quietness lingered between us.
He looked my way and passed a cumbersome smile. Despite his smile being so beautiful, it seemed weird to me whenever I saw his lips curled up, I guess the reason was he usually didn't smile.
The rare occasion when he do he appeared weird to me. Well, I wished in the deepest core of my heart to see a smile, big, bright, and joyful plastered always on his mouth.
As the uncomfortable silence persisted, he finally broke it, clearing his throat before speaking, "I just wanted to make sure you understood. I didn't want any misunderstandings between us."
Her response was a simple nod, but inside, her mind was a whirlwind of confusion and unspoken thoughts. She couldn't quite comprehend why he felt the need to provide explanations when no questions were posed in the first place.
The atmosphere remained charged with tension, only occasionally interrupted by the distant sounds of others enjoying the recess outside. She stole a glance at him, and his eyes met hers, holding a peculiar mix of uncertainty and something she couldn't quite decipher.
His cumbersome smile returned, and this time, she forced a faint one in return. The oddity of his smiles lingered, but she appreciated the effort he made to bridge the awkwardness between them.
The next moment, he leaned back in his chair, breaking the prolonged eye contact. "I know this might feel strange, but I just wanted to be clear," he said, his gaze now focused on the window, as if searching for answers in the outside world.
In an attempt to lighten the mood, she softly chuckled, "Well, you've succeeded in making things awkwardly clear."
He chuckled in response, the tension easing a bit. "I guess I have a knack for that," he admitted, his expression softening.
Despite the odd turn of the conversation, a subtle connection emerged. The unease in the air seemed to dissipate, replaced by a fragile camaraderie. As they sat there, side by side, the hope for a genuine smile from him persisted in her heart, an unspoken desire that hung in the air between them, waiting to be acknowledged.
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