Mine To Be Called ✓

~~•Nine•~~

She only became aware of her surroundings when she heard meticulous footsteps. Looking up, she came across a way taller man than her having a strong build and athletic body. His eyes were grey-blue. At one moment they looked blue and at the other, they looked grey. She couldn't decide how to describe them hence her gaze fled to his straight, slim nose, beautiful heart-shaped lips, high cheekbones, and slanted jaw dusk by black attractive stubble. His hair was meticulously stretched back, giving a view of his broad forehead. He was wearing an overcoat and he seemed quiet and calm like the silence before the storm. She raised a brow at him when he smiled at her. What was he doing in a woman's clothing brand?

"Hey." When he spoke, he had a husky voice, deep as an ocean, smooth and certain.

She narrowed her eyes in uncertainty. Maybe once again a flirty man trying to lure her. That wasn't the first time she encountered it. The next moment, she ignored him and left the rack, and headed for another one where the skirt was dangled. She took out a pastel one and looked around its fabric.

She pressed her lips when she found the man again approaching her, towering her with his height again.

"You seem to have a good taste in clothing, Miss. I'd like to have you help me in choosing a party wear," he said, sounding cool and relaxed again.

"There are workers in stores for that. They would feel happy to help you," she replied and moved over to another skirt.

"Of course they are." He glanced over at the female workers whom he had just declined when they tried to come to him. "But their viewpoint wouldn't be honest. They would base their opinion on where the benefit lies. I want an honest opinion and I am sure you can do that. I want the most trendy outfit and you seem to have a good taste for sure."

She exhaled. "For whom?"

He pressed his hand further into his pocket. "For my...sister."

"Oh," she huffed. "Sure. What kind of dress do you want to purchase or what's her favorite?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "A nice party wear would do. Definitely in red color. That's her favorite."

She nodded and minutes later, she came up with a shimmering red blouson dress. He nodded as a gesture of acceptance and his eyes warmed up at her sight.

She wanted him to just leave her side but he never did till she was at the reception. He continued skimming through other racks but unaware to her, his focus of attention was just her.

Once at the reception, she tried to take out the money from her handbag but she was stunned to find there was none. Where did her cash go? The past flashed in her eyes and she then realized that when her bag fell because of a hit by that child, it was that girl who handed over her bag. That must be stolen by that said girl. She simmered in fury at this. What would she do now?

She was about to tell the workers that she wouldn't like to buy the dress she that same guy appeared from behind her.

"What's wrong?" He asked in a low voice

"That's none of your damn business. So mind your own self," she snapped back.

One side of his lip flung up at her outburst. She seemed more attractive to him while acting like this.

"I can help you," he offered her.

She rolled her eyes. "No thanks." She then turns towards the receptionist. "I am not---"

"She is taking it. How much it cost?" He interrupted her and inquired the Turkish woman behind the bar instead. How did he know what happened to her? She kept on staring at him with a dropped jaw.