Their love was perfectly curated, until they had to end it.
In a world where exes rarely meet for a second chance, Taka and Amaranthine take their chances, and edge closer to being lovers once again.
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t h i s i s f l u f f y //
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how we met.
"May I have your number please?" a voice with an obvious grunge said in front of me. I was sitting in front of my table, and the first thing I saw was a black t-shirt with red texts that looked like it was spray painted on it.
Being a fan of street style apparels and prints, I just had to look up, and view the rest of the shirt; however, my eyes met a pair of small eyes. As I stared longer, and as my vision zeroed in, I was able to salvage some vague image of how the person looked like overall. He wasn't too skinny, but he wasn't buff either. His sleeves were short enough to show hint of tattoos on both arms.
"Excuse me, I said, "May I have your number?" Ahh, he is a foreigner, isn't he? From how he pronounced his Rs and Ls, he must either be Korean or Japanese.
I stopped typing, and gaped for a second, Oh holy shit, have I mentioned how I hate speaking with clients? There's a reason why I am an interior designer, and not part of the sales team!
"You mean, Root's Furniture's number sir?" I finally said, my voice was thick, and perhaps too low, which was why he leaned closer, and I just found myself leaning away a little further.
"Root's Furniture? No. No, I meant yours." He had his hand inside his pants' pocket, as he let out a little smile, his eyes danced and narrowed with mirth.
I was just repeatedly closing and opening my mouth like a damned fish, my heart was racing too fast, and no words were coming out. I was too perplexed, and my hands were almost visibly shaking, as they hovered over my laptop's keyboard. My eyes travelled to where my boss' table, but he was busy playing games on his laptop. Good Lord!
He must have noticed how I was foolishly trying to form a coherent response, because he then extended his hand and smiled, "I'm Taka."
our first date.
I don't really remember exactly how he asked me out on a date.
I mean, I might be one of the most awkward, and introverted person in the world. Yes, I can be a friendly flirt at times, but it never ever goes beyond that.
Not until today.
"Hey, I hope this isn't uncomfortable for you," and there he was, his head slightly bent downwards as his eyes met mine. He looked worried, his hands clasped behind him.
I smiled, "Yeah, I'm good," I breathe out a laugh, "I mean I don't exactly know what to do," I continued, my hands foolishly flailing in gesture. As I was babbling out words that I probably would not remember, he caught one of my hands in his, and gently linked his fingers with mine.
"Madame, let me guide you then," he said with a smile on his face, before leading me through the sea of people. Honestly, I'm anxious of the fact that my palms are probably sweating, and it might turn him off. Add that to the fact that I'm currently surrounded by tall ass rides, with people screaming their lungs out- and yes, we're at an amusement park.
