Chapter 2 - Stranger

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As I looked up, the man turned around and quickly put a mask that he took out his jeans pocket covering most of his face.

"I am afraid of catching a cold" he explained as he reached out his hand to help me getting up on my feet. "Are you not hurt?". As our hands touched I felt a shiver all over my body.

The corridor was empty and the the light was not very strong, giving us a strange mood. 

"I think I am ok, thank you. And I am sorry for..." I stopped mid sentence as I realized I was still just wearing a towel around my body and my wet hair was making a pool around me. My pale face turned red. "AH! My clothes! The dog!".

The Pomeranian was just a few steps away from us, looking at the man all happy like he had conquered some quest and was expecting a compliment.

"Yeon Tan! What are you doing here? I have been looking for you everywhere!". The dog ran straight to the man and started making loops around him in excitement.

"Oh, I am happy you found your owner... " I mumbled while slowly walking backwards in the direction of the dressing room. "So, I am going to go. I am sorry once again."

I turned away and ran to the dressing room as fast as I could, barely hearing him saying "wait" as I closed the door.

I must be going completely nuts. I can't believe I just went out like this! And that man looked really familiar, but I can't say from where I know him with that facemask on...

I picked up my clothes and analyzed the damages Yeon Tan did. The yoga pants I took with me were actually saved and with the jacket I still had on the locker I could go out of the dressing room in a proper way. 

While dressing I noticed my butt hurt a bit from the fall, but the reflection in the mirror indicated that no bruising was expected. I stopped in front of the mirror. My figure was not perfect or even model like – especially with my 1,65 m – but I guess I could be considered pretty by most standards. My blue eyes made me look like an angel but my rebel light brown hair with some waves was tameless most days. My hourglass body shaped stood out in Japan, and I was loosing some weight from all the walking around. I was getting even more in shape and that thought put a smile on my face as I finished drying my hair.

As I stepped out with my towel and dirty t-shirt on hand I noticed that the same man I saw before was leaning into the wall in front of the dressing room. The dog was nowhere to be found and he was looking down to his feet while whistling. This man was really handsome, taller than me and with a clearly worked out body. His posture was chill but strict at the same time, like as if his body was saying "I am cool but don't mess with me"...

He was wearing a white T-shirt with a logo I didn't recognize and some jeans. His sneakers look expensive and his jacket was Balenciaga so it probably cost more than the clothes I packed to Japan all together.  

"Hey!" he exclaimed when he noticed my presence, looking up. Our eyes met and his gaze was intense. "Ahh..." he hesitated.

"Can I help you?" I asked, giving him the right incentive to keep on talking.

He looked away in a shy way, but then looked back at me.

"No! I mean, yes. I mean, I am the one that needs to help you."

"You need to help me?"

"Well, it is not really helping you but as I understood my friend's dog somehow ruined your clothes so I was waiting here to ask you how much did they cost so that I can repay you."

"Oh, don't worry about it. It was just an old t-shirt. I may have overreacted...". I smiled at him in an apologetic way and started heading to my room.

"I insist." he stopped me blocking my way. "If you don't accept the t-shirt's price, maybe I can buy you a drink at the bar."

I thought about my options. In one hand I had already embarrassed myself in front of this stranger enough for one night and it was getting late, but in the other hand he was really, like really, hot – although with the facemask I could only judge based on his body and eyes – and I was a bit curious about why he looked so familiar before...

 In one hand I had already embarrassed myself in front of this stranger enough for one night and it was getting late, but in the other hand he was really, like really, hot – although with the facemask I could only judge based on his body and eyes ...

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