Chapter 2: The Intruder
"Who is this bastard who dared to come and disturb my peace of mind?" I mumble between gritted teeth.
By the way, I must remember you one thing, since I squatted this place, no one has ever come up to here, and it is in this matter that it has become my sanctuary, and I loathe invaders.
I was in an uproar when I felt the presence of someone else besides me on that roof.
I hate being taken by surprise or others intruding on my business, so I decided to face the intruder.
I make a superhuman effort to get out of my thoughts and keep what is left in the little calm I have. I try to put on the meanest face I've ever made to keep prying people away from me, who sometimes approach me for mean purposes I don't want to think about for a second.
I prepared to face the intruder who had stopped just above my head. I had made myself comfortable lying leisurely in a hammock that I hung there. After fitting out, it reigns on the roof, the atmosphere of a beach, a reading room, and a restroom simultaneously. It was the intention.
There's a sofa bed, my favorite egg-shaped swing chair, a coffee table, and a shelf for my books. I am not crazy; I just like being comfortable, that's all.
When I opened my eyes, still in a bad or a shitty mood, I somehow distinguished a beautiful face facing me. Despite the glare of the setting sun hitting my face, I could still notice his delicate, soft contours and well-defined features.
Above his sophisticated and delicate appearance, he had to have big beautiful almond eyes. Isn't that too much?
Do you know the eyes can be a source of information in traditional Chinese medicine? They can tell a lot about your health, your personality, and even your relationships. Thanks to ancient techniques, they gathered the knowledge that the eyes and shapes could provide.
According to these techniques, people with almond eyes are recognized as exotic, mysterious, and compassionate but still know how to keep their cool. They are endowed with an excellent capacity for observation and make people want to know them.
I am lost for a moment in the warmth of those beautiful blue-green, golden sparkles eyes, with long eyelashes that never end, staring at me curiously, like a curious little animal.
All my bad temper and the smug, hostile face I made to face him flew away, leaving me alone, disarmed, and speechless in front of all this beauty. I didn't expect that and didn't know someone could make me lose my word, either.
My muscles voluntarily relax in front of this stranger who has bugged my privacy. And my own body starts to betray me at his first contact with me, don't misunderstand; I only lay eye on him. My eyes can't flee his delicate and perfectly well-drawn features, staring at me curiously.
He gives off an aura that I cannot describe. Everything that emanates from him disturbs me to the highest degree. I feel like traveling on a cloud of tenderness, beauty, and joy. I feel like I've set foot in what men called paradise when I thought I could create my paradise... I believe that was arrogant of me.
Stupidly, I opened my mouth to close it immediately afterward without being able to let out a single sound from my throat.
"Hi!" He said in a light breath of fresh mint and strawberry. "I didn't want to disturb you." He continued without giving me time to respond to his greeting. But I don't think I could utter a single word, either; my throat is tied.
As he paused and stared at me nonchalantly when he finished talking, I found my silly self like an automatic toy answering him: "you didn't disturb me." I would happily slap my dum mouth if I were not frozen in the spot.
But where's my roughness gone? Where is all my inapproachable aura gone? What the heck is happening? Shouldn't I be all over myself and drive him out of here? Why am I acting as if he casts a spell on me? I should be throwing him away like trash by now.
While I was here conflicted about my behavior, going all over the place in my mind, without asking my permission, he walked towards my egg. He engulfed himself in it with such indescribable flexibility that I felt my draw dropping on the ground.
n unparalleled flexibility recognized only in felines. He brought his legs back into the shell while removing his sneakers so as not to soil the cushions. He is conscientious on top of that.
I haven't missed a second of the scene before my eyes since I can't take my eyes off this intriguing person.
I want to turn away, but something is holding me back. I can't take my eyes off him, which I find rather odd.
After getting comfortable in my swing, he fluttered his long eyelashes before defiantly gazing into mine with his bewitching beautiful eyes.
I felt a rush of warmth go through my whole body, and I cringed, pushing myself to lower my eyes to hide the trouble he had caused me.
I stayed like that for a few seconds before gathering my courage and getting up from the hammock. I went to him by taking a seat on the sofa bed with the ultimate intention of chasing him away from my improvised terrace. C'et mon territoire ici.
I approached the sofa without taking my eyes off him. He leaned back on the swing, his legs bent in a yoga position, and peered at me from the corner of his eye.
It isn't enjoyable. I've never met someone so cheeky and sassy before. Or maybe it's because it's my first time watching someone so closely and for so long.
As I sat in front of him, I could see that it was not just his face that was delicate. He was the perfect embodiment of delicacy. I cleared my voice slightly, which had left me since he was here. I scratched my throat to let him know I needed all his attention so that he could understand me.
He understood my little trick. He stopped looking at me from the corner of his eye to face me with a beautiful smile that I'd never seen anywhere. I didn't even know that a smile could be so attractive and breathtaking.
"What is this smile again?" I said to myself. This little Machiavellian thing must be sick, I think. Once again, I had to make a great effort to return to my former determination.
So, I say, "how can I help you?" My eyes still lingered on this exquisite being in front of me.
"What do you want to do for me?" Retorted the brat between two devastating fluttering eyelashes, that only he must know the secret. "oh well," I howl in my head. He dared ask me that.
"First of all, I would like to seize the opportunity to welcome Her Majesty to my humble home." I try to change the situation in my favor by using sarcasm. From his graceful head bearing, it is evident that he is aware of his beauty. And that's not a good sign.
"I was taken by surprise just now. I couldn't welcome you properly. Then I'd like to ask Her Majesty why a commoner like me got his visit."
I wanted to be sarcastic, but I don't think I got it right. Because right after, he started laughing outright while tilting his head to the side, a crystal clear laugh, offering me the spectacle of a pretty graceful neck under milky skin.
This same warmth came over me again, accompanied by goosebumps that invaded my whole body and shivers that ran down my spine.
I bent slightly forward under this shower of sensations that suddenly overspread me like an alien invasion. I have never felt so many waves of warm feelings running in my body as today in my entire life.
And suddenly, I got up from the sofa and threw at him without looking at him while heading for the door.
"I give you the place, but don't you dare touch anything when you leave and arrange the cushions. I hate buttocks marks left on my cushions."
I think he suddenly realized I was leaving. He cut short his laughter as I stupidly fled for the exit.
Never, never have I met anyone like him. I've never met someone who fascinates me or has an effect on me, who makes me lose my words, and besides, I don't spend time with others than myself.
I am not the type to speak to others, and I hate with all my being that I am disturbed without need. And yet I allowed myself a little moment to look at him, and I even tried to make sarcasm, all that is not me.
It was crazy and stupid, but it was not unpleasant too. It's not just his face that's beautiful, but the whole little being that he is has a unique charm. He's like a rare and fascinating object. He is bold. It is even written in large letters on his forehead. And that bothers me a little. I've never met someone like that.
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