Just like every other day, I went to work as usual. Today was a little busier than usual. At around 3pm, I finally had time to rest. I made a cup of coffee. While sipping, I I looked out my window, it was raining. The sky were grey. I opened my drawer hoping there were some biscuit to go together with my coffee. I saw the book, and it brought me back to the guy. I looked at the calendar, it has been almost 2 weeks. I thought I might drop by to return his book after work. It's kind of rude to keep it for too long.
I left work at around 8pm. I should have left earlier, I'm afraid the shop might be closed. Anyway, I have nothing else to do, so I might as well drop by. I made two rounds before I got myself a parking. It was drizzling, I rain to the shops, a little wet. I stopped in front of a shop to check my hair. Then I walked up the stairs, saw lights through the door. He is there, I guess. I knocked on the door, but no one opened the door. I turned the knob, it was not locked. "Hello, anyone there?" He stuck his head out from behind the shelves. "Hi, it's you. Give me a minute."
He: Hi, how are you?
Me: Good, I'm good, how are you?
He: Good, today is better. So, how can I help you?
Me: Oh, I came to return you the book.
He: Do you like it?
Me: It's very nice, I couldn't put it down, finished it in a day.
He: I'm glad you like it. Tea, black? Or do you feel like wine today?
Me: That's a good idea. White, please.
We spend the next hours chatting and drinking. We shared a lot, he is a divorcee too, his daughter stayed with his ex-wife. After the second bottle, we were laughing so much. We danced a little too. He told me he likes "All My Loving" jazz style. We danced to it. It was fun and I find myself really comfortable with him. He smells good. It felt really nice to be in his arms. I don't know what had gotten into me, I suddenly spoke.
Me: So, do you always bring girls up here, and give them a book?
He laughed. "No, only to those I feel I have chemistry with."
Me: Oh wow, and that would be how many?
He: How many, I really don't know, but you are the first.
He hugged me closer to him.
I looked at him, I felt my face burning, my heart beat faster. Don't know whether it's the wine or was I blushing. I didn't know what to say or do. A lot of questions came to my mind, those I have thought before, but no answers. When he laid his lips on my forehead, I was back to reality. I pushed him away gently, and said, "I think I need to go."
He: I'm sorry, you don't need to go. We will just sit and drink ok?
Me: No, it's ok, it's really late and I need to go home.
I grabbed my bag and left. When I was walking down the stairs, I saw the book in my bag. Oh dear, I went back up to give him back the book.
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