The time stood still as the noise of the shattering plate muted through and through. Ladies and gentlemen walking past us metamorphosed in the air. And Ruby could only see his gaze dipped into hers, and hers focussing on his thick lips.
His eyes had a glint of prizing triumph which made her wonder about his abnormality. The to and fro movements of his chest, low guttural noise erupting from his mouth injected Ruby's body with a syringe of foreign feeling.
The thing that got her baffled was that he still had his hands stuck midway in shock or more like astonishment. Suddenly, the yammerings slowly began to drill in her ears and dragged her out forcefully to the real-time scenario. People started to stare at them, and she apologized by bowing down and wearing a timid smile to melt down their displeasure.
Ruby shot him a disgustful glance with anger slathering redness on her face. No sooner had she opened my mouth to question his identity, than closed it shut after seeing the parade of well-suited waiters charging towards them in no time, picking up the littered salsa from the floor and decomposing it the tray with stilted etiquette.
The befitting tailored navy blue jacket tightened on Joseph's biceps and carved out his brawny muscles. His smooth collarbone peeking with smattering hair giving him a touch of manliness.
In the meantime, Ruby's mind was working with great accuracy as she fed every single detail related to his outlook in her memory. She was well aware of the unshakeable fact that she'll never meet him again, so why not at least enjoy this eye-treat for now? This was the first time ever that anybody had come this closer to her and more importantly paid attention to her. Ruby was delighted and also uncomfortable to the point that she was mentally questioning herself if she had scrubbed the blackheads on her nose properly.
He suddenly slouched down and picked up the fork, keeping it on the waiter's tray as he complied with the curtsey. Anshuman patted his back and said, "Hey bro, what are you doing? Be careful." Joseph didn't care to take heed of anything before her. He didn't blink, his eyes maundered over Ruby's anatomy shamelessly.
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Rich Girl, Poor GirlRomance
He is a scheming man. His words are tersely formal, punctuated with a fullstop and a comma. She is a candid girl. Her words are softly striking, punctuated with an exclamation and a question mark. On one big day, Joseph Holden happens to meet a yo...