"Hey, you look extremely beautiful tonight." Dominic said while he slid his phone into his pocket. He had just ordered Uber to take me home. I tried to use my account but he wouldn't let me.
"I love what you did with your hair. Can touch it?" He made to touch it.
"No!" I shouted and ducked. My reaction took us both aback. He chuckled and placed his hands right back in his pants. "Relax! what's with the uptightness", he said, rather a statement than a question.
Oh yeah? I doubt you'll like to have your hand greasy I replied him in my head as I rolled my eyes. Better still, the texture of it will...wwwhat iiiiis tthhat! The the bright light from a car approaching us got me irritated.
Akward silence from a while ago still lingers. I stole a glance at him, he was now looking in the direction of the car approaching us. My ride I guess. His handsome face has always been a sight for a sore eyes. How can he be so masculine yet very cute with a kind heart all together?Just look at those perfectly shaped jaw and Adams apple. The golden yellow light pouring down from the street light made his beard glitter, so dark and rich. The beards in contrast with his skin made a perfect blend and...
"You should take a picture, it last longer." Oops I have been caught. Damn rascal!
"You wish!" was the only comeback I could give and with a squeaky voice. Stupid! Stupid Rita! I beat myself inwardly as I walked sluggishly to the now waiting Uber. Rita, why would you even...
"Ouch! What was that for?" My self admonishment was cut short by a pinch on my cheek. "I said goodnight"
I shot him a glare and I replied "Well, goodnight!" With my voice slightly raised. Why am I acting paranoid, I didn't know.
Home now. I threw my bag to the bed like it was the one that goofed all night, jumped on my bed, used the pillow to cover my face as I made a short shout and pretended to suffocate my self with duvet. Why on God's green earth did you react that way Rita! It was a perfect night but you ruined it. Well, its best that way stupid! He would have regretted touching my hair anyways.
I've always had the toughest type 4c hair. My kinky hair was extremely difficult to manage and most time I leave it in a corn row.
As much as I get tired of keeping the hair, its beautiful having it because its different. Its not your regular kind of kinky. This one is full, thick and long. Everything is fine if you keep water away from it unless you don't mind the shrinkage that will greet you when it's wet with water. An unexplainable turn around that leaves my hair very hard to manage. This night it especially has lots of grease. Who am I kidding, its greasy all the time! It has to be that way for a lot of reasons. "My thigh Hurst!" I complained aloud. Its a day or two to my period. I can tell because I taste it. Weird but I always can taste the period "hormones" in my tongue. I stood to get a bottled water for my bedside table. How am I going to face Dominic on Monday?
I know why he noticed my hair this night. Most times when its not on corn row, i'm wearing a wig. Dominic has always been observant, at least that I know about him. We see everyday at work. Though his work table is very far away from mine, he sits directly in front of my at the far end of the hall. I often catch him looking at me but he'll always make it look like he was on call with a customer with his headset. Once, he drew my attention to my messy hair caused by my headset.
We had just rounded up this year's Customer Service Week with a team bonding pic nic. I mean, this is a long awaited one week break from strict office rules! The glorious week when we unwind. You could dress the way you want, take breaks to attend the social activities of the week so long as you achieve your task for that day which was way less than the usual.
I'll just apologize for reacting that way on Monday, I concluded.. I need to sleep now. Yawning, I stood up to change into my nighty and clean my make up face.
Just when I settled in bed, my phone beeped. I took it and checked. It was a text from Dominic. Thank you for notifying me that you that you got home twenty minutes ago. I rated the Uber 5 star for that!" I laughed at his sarcasm and rolled my eyes for the nth time today. As I made to drop my phone on the bedside table, I got another message from him saying "I had fun with you today. Happy Customer Service Week, Sweetheartđź’•"
He enjoyed my company and he just called me sweetheart with a heart! I grinned from ear to ear, shut my eyes, took a deep breath,
and put off the light switch.
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