Chapter 3 - Of Calm Will And Blazing Thunder
I almost spit out my tea after hearing those words come out of this girl’s mouth. That was definitely not a lie, I could tell for sure. Did she really just say that? Or did I just hear her wrong? Wait, no way! I definitely heard that right. This girl wants to go out with me? This random beautiful girl who I just met around a few minutes ago wants to go out with me? Huh?
“Umm...I…,” I tried to speak but was at a loss for words. “Are you serious? I barely know you.”
She stayed up, with her hands firmly planted on the table, looking at me in a way that made it hard to lose eye contact.
“Yes, I’m serious. I’ve been meaning to ask this for a long time, actually. I think that it’s a pretty good offer for you, I mean, I don’t like to brag, but I’m pretty cute and lots of guys would take this offer instantly.”
She said something so gallant with such a friendly tone. What does she mean? I knew there was something suspicious about this from the start. For starters, I’ll get her to leave.
“Look, I don’t really see any point in this. I have my doubts about all this already, and it’s odd enough that you’d come to my place and wait an hour just to tell me you like me. There surely must have been a better opportunity, right? Well, whatever. I don’t mean to be rude, but could you please leave now?”
In response, she slowly fell back into her seat, looking down for a short while. Around a minute or two passed, and I was too confused to say anything. Then she spoke.
“I see,” she said, softly.
Now I’m starting to feel bad, so I consider saying some words of comfort.
“Look, I guess we can still be frie--”
Her head rose to match eyes with me once again, but something was different. Something was definitely different. Her eyes were calm, far from what I had expected. But that wasn’t all. There was something else there, something unshakeable that completely encapsulated me and left me no room to escape while leaving me completely unable to move or act. Those eyes, they remind me of something I keep far away, something below the abyss. I don’t like those eyes.
“Is that so?”
I felt a chill run down my spine as she said that. Her words were like bullets that shot through my heart, and then like a surgeon dissecting and cutting through /the inner workings of my soul. With those steady eyes of calm will and blazing thunder, she struck me with such force that I could do nothing but stand there, petrified. I wanted to speak, but not a single word could form in my head, and I was left in scrambles.
“Well then, if you don’t have anything to say, I’ll be taking my leave,” she said, as she started to pick up her belongings and such.
She began walking past me and went to the door that she then unlocked and opened.
Something inside me wanted to burst, and just as I thought I was lost in a deep void, words suddenly came to my mouth.
She was about to close the door when I said that, but she left it open just enough so I could hear her.
“478 Remington Street. Come see me there sometime.”
Before I realized it, I was already writing down what she was saying instinctively, something I had never done before.
When I finished writing that down, I snapped back to my senses. I immediately looked around, and then looked at the door. She left it there, slightly opened. There was only one thought in my head at the time.
What in the world was that?