"Lady Stark!" I replied, laughing, "As long as you're not hinting at Sansa."
"No, of course not," he paused, then said. "You may look like a Sansa but I feel you have more of an Arya vibe"
"I'll take that as a compliment even if I think that I don't look like Sansa or have what it takes to be an Arya," he quickly replied. "You should just take the compliment; it's a genuine one; you don't need to complicate things."
"It's funny how everyone thinks that Arya is amazing and likes her or even stans her, while in reality, people like her tend to be loners, while people like Sansa tend to be you know .. the center of attention."
He looked at me for probably too long and said, "I knew you're an Arya kinda girl"
"What made you think so?"
"I don't know, it's in your Aura" making a circling gesture with his hands.
" Congrats on the win, by the way, that was uhm quite impressive my Lord," I said chuckling. "Thank you, m'lady, you play too ?" he asked
"Yeah, not as good as you apparently" " I've been playing since I was seven so..." he said with a humble tone
"I started playing last year," I replied.
A soothing silence was planted between us, growing peacefully with grace. It felt calming we both sat there enjoying the moonlight that reflected on us, I glanced at his face, he looked angelic regardless of his rough features, arched eyebrows, sharp eyes, high nose bridge, and jawline that could cut my wrist. He looks graceful despite all of that. Jon Snow kind of energy with an angry, perfectly proportioned face, smooth on the inside and rough on the edges.
He broke the peacefulness of the night and he towered over my silhouette, in a sudden move and suggested "Would you want to go somewhere else " with a kinda fake calm demeanor. I felt the anxiety trying to fleet his body but I admired his subtle pretense.
I stood up, trying to match his laid-back demeanor as if this whole situation wasn't already overwhelming to me and now he was trying to get us alone somewhere, and just the idea of me being next to a Greek god was beyond what I could take, but I'll put on a poker face, and I'm thankful that I've sobered up a little bit; either way, I wouldn't be able to have any control over my face expression.
So we're standing right next to each other; maybe this is the closest we have been until now. His body still towers over me, with his broad shoulders and his chest that pops out under his black shirt, like they're looking for an exit, but they seem to be stuck just like I am in this situation. I tried to look away not wanting to draw attention to me fantasizing over his perfectly carved chest that was on my eye level.
"Do you have any place in mind ?" I asked, lifting my chin to meet his face. The kind of face that I only thought existed in old myths and fairytales, and on Instagram, Instagram models are unrealistic, Hollywood has crazy standards but social media belittles them somehow; and here I am blessed by every god out there, at this moment staring at such perfection, and I don't think there are words to describe it.
" Yeah, I know a place, go get your stuff, and uhm let's go! " he said with a happy smile, like a child winning their dream toy as a prize.
We both turned and beelined to the door, he pushed the door handle for me, and I entered first while he held it, my shoulder brushed with his puffed chest. He followed my lead, we separated eventually; he went straight towards the raft of guys he was with, he talked with them and gave them a quick goodbye, on the other hand, I looked for Emma who seemed disappointed to see me leave, and somehow I felt disappointed as well, But who can resist a one on one invitation from a godly looking perfect man; She asked me to join their group in club again, this was a request I'd gladly comply to.
I liked Emma, she's apparently in her mid or late thirties, happily married, I don't know if they had children, but typically parents bring up their kids on the slightest occasion they get so I assume they don't. This is a piece of information I'll get later.
He was waiting for me outside; I could see him through the glass door, standing in the middle of the night waiting for me, taking a few steps on the pavement, random cars passing by behind him; this view never came up to my dreams nor my imagination. I know I'd be greedy if I wanted this to last, but I genuinely don't. I can't handle this in my hectic life. I know a lot of contradictions, but I don't agree with that.
There's a difference between wants and needs. I definitely want him; I want him really bad, but I don't need him. Not in the sense that I don't need a man bullshit, but I don't need this magnetic field in my life, and hopefully he'll leave smoother than he came in.
His hands were in his pockets, eyes on the floor, looking a bit confused and preoccupied. His mind seemed to be out of this world. I pulled the door, and his eyes pulled in my direction, he looked at me like it was the first time he'd seen me, wide smile and puppy bubbly eyes that seemed to carry more than they showed.
We walked towards each other until there was a foot distance between us then popped the question, "Did you bring your car?"
" Unfortunately, I don't own one."
"That's totally fine, we'll take mine then, let's go" he started walking towards the parking lot, I was a step behind him. It got slower by the second.
My brain was flushing all these ideas at once, this guy may be a serial killer, some kind of sick stalker, even if he doesn't look like one, but the creepiest ones look too normal, probably too hot, I stopped walking, he stopped seconds later when he noticed I wasn't following anymore.
"What?!" He said innocently wondering
" We both drank a bit, so it's probably a better idea if um we uhm called an Uber or a Taxi."
"I don't feel that drunk, I think I can drive just fine, but whatever Lady Stark commands," He said with no hesitation, I didn't think he'd comply this quickly to my request, I was expecting a bit of resistance, since his scent smelt like a very musky perfume with tinge of masculinity. But apparently, he is considerate, or maybe he's playing along, But my hunch is not taking me there.
"Thank you, Jon Snow," I said with a wide smile on my face.
I felt a bit guilty for suspecting him, but it's not like I had options, and I might not regret it. The guy is anonymous to me; I know nothing about him, and I'm not going to try. I hope he doesn't make me.
Knowing makes me care about people, and caring hurts eventually, all of these feelings jazz is a luxury I don't think I can afford with my resources right now.
He fished for his phone in his jacket pocket and unlocked it with no password, that's something I find a bit strange but admirable, a man with nothing to hide, that's a manly trait; he downloaded the app; I offered "I have the app, I can request an Uber for us", he replied, "No, I got this!" He could've made things easier for himself but he chose the hard way.
He requested an Uber, then pocketed his phone back into his jacket, looked at me, and said, "So I'm Jon Snow, your brother"
"Aren't they cousins?"
"I thought you didn't watch the show!? ".
"No, I didn't, it's just hard to keep the spoilers away, especially a huge one like this one."
" Aaah Spoilers! So you're the one who knows nothing," he said with a smirk.
I laughed at his comment. "I guess so, but not for long", I replied with a challenging voice.
He looked when his phone vibrated, checked it, and said, "Our Uber is here" Right then, a car with an Uber sign turned down the block, he waved at the driver, opened the door, and said " My lady"
"My Lord" I got in with a happy smile.
Chivalry is hot; it takes a guy's attractiveness a notch up and makes us get some kind of feeling. I didn't know that these little actions could have a huge effect on me.
Nowadays guys are too carefree, and tiny gestures like these seem to be a big deal; but they're not the only ones to blame, when they act that way they're called patriarchists, try-hards. And the ladies on the other hand seem to hate to be taken care of. So it's a two-way mistake. At least that's how I see this.
Let alone those men who'd expect us to go Dutch on the first date. I'm all in for female empowerment, but guys really shouldn't get this low. I genuinely think that manhood is vanishing. Paying for the first date is the least you can do for the girl as a man. She showed up, she went along with your useless rizz, and make-up costs cash, and the cute dresses are pretty expensive.
The car was taking the road towards the region where the campus is located. I was relieved because it meant I was near home; I could run home if anything happened.
He leaned towards me and said, "The city lights are really beautiful; next time I'll take you to see them from a special spot; it's a better view. His deep voice gave me shivers all over my body when he said this.
I looked at him and said, "Oh yeah, I've probably mistaken you for a Lannister who drinks and knows things," trying to camouflage my nervousness with humor.
He laughed at my comment, did he just ask me on a romantic date? did just a Greek-god-looking guy ask me out? ME!! the last person who may want or expect such a thing, he probably didn't mean it that way, let's not get ahead of ourselves and I hope he's not hinting at the possibility of us dating, hell naah period.
He replied, "This is probably the best comment I ever received"
I said with a disappointed tone " Really! The best!! you have very low standards!"
He quickly interrupted, "No, I mean my favorite" with a change in his tone, becoming calm with a hint of sadness
"Aah, why's that? Do you like Tyrion?"
"That's one of the reasons," said while he was picking his nails
" So they're many! What are they? and can we leave this whole sad aura behind"
"Yeah! They are many!" he paused. "I feel we're alike somehow, I mean me and Tyrion in many ways," he said, then looked at me. " And you make it seem better to be in his shoes, from where I'm standing!"
"What Me! that makes no sense !? Like How ??? Why?? we've barely met each other."