I have never been compelled to kiss anyone as bad as I wanted to now.

Ah! What am I thinking? She doesn’t know you! You don’t even know her name! Goodness, I never felt like this before. She looked so fragile that I wanted to take her into my arms, carry her and take care of her…

I’m losing it. I shook away my thoughts. This wasn’t like me.

She just looks so… fascinating…

She must’ve felt that I was watching her that she looked at me with a puzzled look in that cute face of hers.

As reflex I laughed nervously then ran a hand on my hair. I must’ve confused her even more that she blinked thrice.

I wanted to run and escape from this but at the same time I didn’t want to leave her. So I went in for the kill. And if I fail, I pray the earth swallow me whole.

“I’m sorry for staring but I was just… fascinated by your seriousness…” What was that? Ugh. Shoot me now!

Her face relaxed into a smile of understanding. I sighed in relief.

The rational side of me told me to take that and stay silent but my nervousness brought out the babbling. “Does it bother you that I’m here? I could go now if you want.” I asked anxiously. Truth is, I didn’t want to leave.

She closed her eyes, smiled and shook her head as if saying, it’s okay, I don’t mind. Wow, she was very nice.

She went back to sketching and silence enveloped as again. I didn’t realize that I was watching her intently now. She did though because she stopped, then looked at me.

I just looked at her, frozen. I have no words.

She smiled then offered her sketchpad at me. I was shocked. She must’ve thought I was prying at her work. My gentlemanliness is officially down the drain.

I shook my head slowly and raised my palm to decline but she sighed and offered it once more.

“Are you sure you don’t mind? I didn’t mean to pry…”

She rolled her eyes and smirked. She gave me a look that said, C’mon, I know you want to.

I smiled at her and took the sketchpad from her and she watched me intently.