"Burry?" I asked, furrowing deeply.
Sam nodded his head slowly before shaking it frantically. "No." He said, heavily.
I looked at his face which was buried between his hands. He was sitting on his bed and I was standing in front of him or more like...
"Nah-uh, CCPDian." I tutted, "you're not going to argue against this." I mentioned towards our hands before further adding, "and to whatever, I am going order you next."
Before dragging him to where the wind took the two of us.
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The view right in front of me was something that could not easily be described with words. It was so mesmerising amd breathtaking that I was completely unable to take my eyes off it. I felt, for the first time in a while, awestruck at the beauty before me.
I heaved a sigh before, once again, admiring the sight located just in front of me.
As I was mentally gushing over the beauty before me, my extraordinary ears picked up a shuffling sound from behind me before I heard someone's voice,
"Would you stop staring at my bathroom?"
I, as usual, didn't paid a single heed to the person present in the room other than me.
When I didn't replied to his pathetic self, he cleared his throat, loudly. "It's kind of creepy, you know." Bureau joked or so I thought.
I, yet again, flat out ignored him as my eyes remained glued to the beautiful interior of his en suite bathroom.
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Truth to be told, I had fallen in love with it the second my brown orbs landed on it's undeniably beauty.
"Oh, god!" Bureau groaned, "You aren't going to move from here, are you?" I heard the sound of his footsteps coming close to where I was standing in front of his bathroom before he stood right beside me and said, "Okay..." He trailed off, a heavy sigh escaping his lips, "So, tell me one thing."
This time I decided to cut him some slack as I nodded my head, absentmindedly, allowing him to shoot me anything.
"No offense " He said, cautiously, " but what's in there to be so starstruck about?" He indicated to my dazed facial expression.
Reluctantly taking my eyes away from the marvellous tiled bathroom, I gave him a flat look. "What's in there not to be starstruck about?" I countered him, emphasizing on the word 'not' way more than it was necessary.
