21 August 2014
In the middle of an important conversation, his voice suddenly trailed off. There she was. His eyes followed her from the door to the empty chair at a computer which she chose. He watched as she pulled out her books. Never would she ever actually use all of them at the workstation, yet, she always pulled them all out. It mystified him.
A pair of fingers, which suddenly began snapping in front of his face, pulled him out of his hypnosis. Regretfully, he drew his attention back to the couple in front of him. They seemed annoyed, and no wonder considering the woman had previously asked him to look up her password so that she could login to the computers using her Student ID. Her boyfriend was irritated that it was taking so long. His face was turning red simply in an obvious effort to keep his cool. Class would be starting in a couple of minutes and they could not afford to be late. He hurriedly busied himself.
“Ah, here it is.” He gave the woman her password, and quickly handed the Student ID card back to its owner. As the young couple quickly hurried off to their class, his thoughts began drifting back to the mysterious young woman who came in earlier. He was surprised at himself. She wasn’t exactly his type. He usually fell for small boned women, with long black hair, dark eyes, and high sense of style. In other words, he usually went for Asian women. Perhaps that was because it was his own ethnic background, or could it be pressure from his parents? He shuddered to think of their reaction if he were to bring a white girl home.
He could nearly hear it already, “A white girl? We didn’t pay for you to come to America for your education so that you can ruin your life. Why not date Marady? She is from a nice and respectable family, and she understands our own.” As beautiful and talented as Marady was, first of all, she had a boyfriend, and second of all, he wasn’t interested in her. What the hell did they mean by, our own? His eyes narrowed in anger at how ignorant and prejudiced his family was.
This woman, the one he found his eyes glued to, was a stark contrast to his usual type. She wasn’t thin – then again, she wasn’t fat either – just somewhere in between – and somehow…it worked for her. Her choice of clothing tended to consist of hoody’s and jeans, which looked as though she could’ve bought in any Old Navy. In fact, judging by her choice of wardrobe, he thought that she might even be somewhat poor.
Why didn’t this bother him? In the past, he’d never have gone for such an obvious low-class girl, back in Seoul. In fact, he never would even have given her a second look. Yet, he was mesmerized by her. She had a certain…air about her, yet, he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Had the six months that he’d spent in this country really changed him that much?
As she began to work at the workstation, he saw two girls come and sit at opposite sides of her. They began to talk and laugh. As they were in a library, he wondered at her loudness. He was tempted to go over there and ask her to quiet down a bit. Why not? He was a librarian and they were in a library after all. Working up the nerve, he left the counter and walked towards her.
As he made his approach, she glanced up, catching his eye. The smile that she formed for him made his heart flutter, leaving him feeling awkward and confused. He was caught off-guard. What had just happened? Averting his eyes, he walked past and busied himself with some chairs which suddenly needed to be pushed back to the tables.
Making his way back to the reception counter, he tried to make sense of what had expired. How did she throw him off guard like that? Her smile had disarmed him greatly. He could barely concentrate. Why couldn’t he talk to her? Having always seen her at a distance, he couldn’t make sense of his feelings for her. However, the point that their eyes met, he felt as though a string were tugging at his heart.
Catching his breath, he suddenly realized that she had stopped talking. Looking in her direction, he was startled to see her staring at him. And with such intensity! This time, he couldn’t tear his eyes off of her. His heart beat rapidly, and he felt his face grow hot. She moved to get up, and began walking towards him. His breathing grew shallow and rapid, and his forehead and the palms of his hands began to perspire.
The young lady paused before him, trying to make eye contact. He was so freaked out that he could only look at her chocolate hair, cascading down her shoulders, ending mid-chest level. Oh no! He was looking at her breasts now! Yet, he couldn’t pull his eyes away. It was either that or looking into the depth of her eyes.
She stepped closer, forcing him to look her in the eye. She said not a word as she put her arms around his neck and kissed him fully on the lips. He went rigid. Not because he didn’t enjoy it, because that was far from the truth, rather, he suddenly went blank on what he should do. She had the power to take away his capacity for thought. She responded to this reciprocal absence by pressing her body into him, kissing him more.
As quickly as it had begun, it ended. She stepped back, and smiled a mischievous smile, with a gleam in her eye. As she stepped back and made to turn away, he was caught by a sudden bout of courage as the thought of her slipping away crossed his mind. He couldn’t let her slip through his fingers!
Before she could fully turn away, he grabbed her hand and pulled her back into his arms. Before she could protest, he gave her a passionate kiss. He could taste the cherry chapstick that she had worn, and the coffee that she’d been drinking. He didn’t care. All that mattered was her and how he never wanted it to end. He groaned when she pulled away. She giggled at that.
“Hi,” he whispered. She reached up and swept a strand of his black hair away from his forehead. Gazing into her eyes, he realized that it no longer freaked him out.
“Hi,” she whispered back. Smiling, she leaned in and kissed him again. He didn’t care about the bell which dinged in his ear, signaling the presence of one that needed help. He didn’t care that there were faculty voices in his ear trying to get his attention. The only thing that mattered was this moment, and prolonging it as long as he possibly could.
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