One Shot: Mistaken Identity ^_^
Even though I’m ignoring him..
He seemed.. happy to be talking to himself….
..What a strange person….
I only learnt..
of his existence half an hour ago,
when he plopped himself down
in the chair opposite me
wearing a big smile on his face.
Like….
he already knew me for many years.
Who have..
ever been hit on
so shamelessly like him..?
Calling a stranger
directly by their name
and started a one-side conversation
gaily by himself…?
I wonder did he even notice..
that..
I’m not replying to him
except for the nods.
To make up for it,
he’s pretty cute.
Underneath that messy broomstick hairstyle of his,
was this baby face...
with a very real smile.
there’s something about
the way he tugged the corners of his mouth..
the sun seemed to appear..
behind him,
filled up the room.. with its warmth.
The glow so true.. and pure.
I probably am exaggerating..
But this..
probably explained
why he was still sitting across me,
and not.. shooed away like a chicken
like I always did..
in similiar situations...
“You are awfully quiet today.
Are you okay?”
He asked, his big puppy eyes
filled with genuine concern.
See..
Here he went again..
acting like my best friend.
But then again..
if he was.. he would know..
I am always this silent
no matter..
i like it.. or not.
“So.. will you be online tonight like usual?”
He continued twiddling with the straw
of his iced coffee,
which he had been abusing..
from the moment he sat down.
This,
sort of.. confirmed the
niggling suspicion I had
at the back of my mind.
For once..
I responded to his endless
questions by
pulling out my notebook
from my bag,
wordlessly..
I wrote,
I think you got the wrong person.
If I had a camera..
I probably would.. snapped
a picture of him
at this very second,
it was.. such a Kodak moment.
his face turned a shade of red
His puppy eyes..
were full of embarrassment.
“Are you xxxxxx?”
He stuttered slowly.
I nodded my head.
A glint of hope..
flashed through his expression.
“This magazine is…”
I need it for my unit project.
“Is your email xxxxxx@yahoo.com?”
Looking at his hopeful face,
I felt almost sorry
for him.
Regretfully..
I could.. only shook my head.
His adorable baby face
turned..
a deeper shade of red..
Giving me
a sheepish grin as
..he ‘erm..’ and ‘err..’
trying to find something to say.
“Shigeaki-san?”
A soft voice called out..
from the seat behind me.
I turned around
to join him in his stare
…to see a girl
smiling awkwardly..
at the both of us.
The same magazine..
which he just enquired about..
was laying in
an obvious spot
on her table.
If I weren’t part.. of this situation,
I would..
have laughed.
It wasn’t everyday..
That anyone met with such incident.
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To this date..
Shigeaki still like to talk..
about that day
…. our first meeting….
even though it happened..
such a long time
in the past..
To him..
It was something special
and worth
telling it to our children..
as their bedtime story.
Every now and then..
to my amusement..
a slight hint
..of embarrassment
would appear in his puppy eyes
like that day..
as he re-tells..
The story of.. How
…their papa and mama met.
.The.End.
[Mistaken]