METER SMILED at me the moment I entered his new car. I teasingly narrowed my eyes on him and that made him chuckle even with cold tantalizing eyes.
"Silly," Meter reacted.
When I finally buckled the seatbelt, he started the car engine. We could never be late.
"The Passage of Spring collection by Paolo Sebastian," he uttered with a smirk which made me gazed upon him with scrutinizing eyes.
"How'd you know?" I asked with a suspicious tone.
"I just saw one that was inspired with Botticelli's painting and that also caught my attention." He pointed to my outfit - an embroidered flocked tulle gown with draped bodice and wing sleeves.
I couldn't help but smiled at the thought of Meter, being meticulous with things and passionate about art. We were very compatible in that aspect. And it had been weeks, beyond a month, since we started a thing and it was enchanted.
He never invalidated me in general. I felt like I was valued and my thoughts we
MY SWEATS made me feel uncomfortable. I was also covered with dust. When I looked at my receiving area as I tried to rest for a minute, I saw how dirty my unit had become through the garbage I got after cleaning my room. Since I was busy thinking about the issues I had in my hand, I forgot to ask a cleaning company for my condo unit. They were closed at the moment and I couldn't afford to see this mess. I felt in a hurry to clean the whole place. So I did.I panted. Never knew I would be in a hurry, exert so much effort, and be paranoid of things all at the same time. I heaved a sigh then I closed my eyes as I laid down on the couch's backrest. I felt a sudden relief when I decided to take a rest, seeing the improvement in my room. But it subsided immediately after hearing a doorbell. I rolled my eyes thinking about how that person stopped my exhausted body from feeling the comfort of my bed.With a creased forehead, I unwillingly stood, walked, and opened the door. Th
MY LIPS parted as I heaved a sigh. I was in front of the photography studio and I had no clue when to enter it. What if Rhyme...oh great!I shouldn't be thinking of him. We knew each other since childhood so I should not be bothered. Dad was also the one who made me do this so I should treat this as a craft or work.But why did I arrived early? Why didn't I even let Meter come with me? Why— "Hi!""Why! Ow!" When I realized that I shouted at someone out of shock, I chanted sorry as I came near her.I was stopped, realizing I didn't know her and she just came out of the studio where Rhyme was working. Maybe a client or someone part of the team.I gulped as I tried to check her features. She's freaking pretty... No. She's a Goddess! She has a pair of round eyes that were seemed sleepy because of her eye makeup. Her thin Roman nose and fuller lips complemented each other as if she's a Japanese-European supermodel. A rare combin
THE MOMENT fill light turned off, I threw the pen I was holding to the table I was resting on. I immediately massaged my temple as I pursed my lips. Everyone was stopped as they also realized the dark spot was present in the background of the talents on the shoot."Stacey!" Thunder quickly shouted a name when she saw how Isla was struggling while holding the lights he was assigned. "You should see who needs your help. Initiative. It's important to be also intuitive in your workplace. You have no right to look detached," Thunder preached in low voice.Stacey couldn't do anything but stooped down. Our eyes met in a second but she immediately looked away. I was aware that my stares were not pleasing and somehow intimidating but I didn't care because she messed up.This is technically the third day since we started this advertisement for the Hospital. Everything seemed smooth. The whole team with some part-timers and talents was enough.I backed out from bein
SHOT GLASSES clicked the moment we shouted 'cheers.' Thunder was the one who pours liquors while Isla was the one who serves snacks. And the only contribution of Boston was his hilarious stories and undying laugh."Let's play, let's play," the wasted Thunder initiated after we all gazed upon her as she slammed the table. We all slapped in the air as we shook our heads. Out of the whole team that celebrated together after the project, only the five of us remained."What are you? A kid?" Boston whined."Do you think only the kids are allowed to play? Think about your situation! You're being toyed by your sugar mommy!" Thunder rebutted."Fuck you!" Boston hissed."Fuck yourself, you disgusting piece of shitty moron!" And Thunder didn't hesitate to fire back once again. The way she spoke... hmm... she didn't seem wreck but I felt like she had the most of the drink tonight. For me, she's wasted and she's just fooling us.Thunder and Rhyme drank m
COOKIES WERE already placed on the plates so I grabbed the used parchment paper and threw it in the trash bin. I clapped my hands together so excess powders and any granules would move out from my skin. I even wiped it on my apron before holding the tray full of used equipment and ran towards the kitchen counter to put it down, then go back to the dining area."Ready?" I teasingly asked Meter as I gazed upon him.He gave me a sincere smile. "Everything's up," then answered.I couldn't help but also showed Meter the same smile he gave me, so I felt how stretched the corners of my lips.He helped me with baking and preparing other things for this mini-date that he asked for days ago. I immediately said yes, of course. He was only the one who could make me agree with things instantly, without hesitations. Well, honestly, he was also the only person who asked favors these days.Because Rhyme seemed like a ghost for the past ten days of my life.
I GASPED as I opened my eyes. I woke up from a horribly melancholic nightmare, and that's the best way to describe it because it was not supposed to be called a dream.That wasCanary. Maybe the reason she appeared was I thought of her before I fell asleep. The setting was on the cave where Canary got into an accident. The same scenario as to how we saw her dead.It was pitch black. Canary was screaming while her tears were drastically flowing onto her cheeks. She was wearing a Victorian gown and it was white but turned bloody red out of wine as to how it smelled. That was the short scene until there were continuously annoying tossing of glasses. It just stopped when I redeemed myself.I wiped my sweat while trying to calm myself. I reached for the tumbler and drank water from it. Then I turned to Rhyme who was still sleeping beside me, he was smiling.I was also about to smile until I was stopped, remembering Canary on him. I thought of it
LIFE WILL give you too many choices but you were not allowed to choose as many as you can or to choose nothing at all.There should be one to pick from all those choices but the reason for your decision will depend on you. After all, it will depend on you for choosing what you wanted, what you needed, and what you had to—as long as you choseonly one."So how do you choose flavor? Why are they all delicious?" Cinquain suddenly asked me as she jumped over her bed.Shaking my head, I clicked my tongue while thinking, and I heaved a sigh after a sudden realization came into my mind. "You have to choose with love. It's just the same as doing everything with love, with passion, with art.""Beauty Queen type of answer indeed," she responded as if mocking me.I quickly threw the pillow onto her so she reacted hysterically but laughed afterward. I prepared myself for her attack and I was right. She threw another pillow on me. So did I a
IT WAS a gloomy afternoon. The curtains were close but she could smell the petrichor that lingered inside her room because of the open windows. While looking at the mirror, Havoc smiled seeing how still tidy her uniform was. It looked so new and smelled so good even it was the end of the day and she already came home from school. Her shoes didn’t even have a mark of the road dust or a raindrop.Typical. That’s how Havoc did it. Be organized. Be clean.But her smile turned to grimace as she heard continuous knocks on her door."Havie, Havie!" A guy almost chanted her nickname with his baritone voice. Loud enough and even his breathing echoed inside the room as the young boy leaned over the door.Havoc shut her eyes as she felt irritation towards the guy behind the door. She just got home from school but someone was already inviting her outside. "I’m tired," she averred then scratched her nose tip. The rain was starting to pour outside and that made the cur
LIFE WILL give you too many choices but you were not allowed to choose as many as you can or to choose nothing at all.There should be one to pick from all those choices but the reason for your decision will depend on you. After all, it will depend on you for choosing what you wanted, what you needed, and what you had to—as long as you choseonly one."So how do you choose flavor? Why are they all delicious?" Cinquain suddenly asked me as she jumped over her bed.Shaking my head, I clicked my tongue while thinking, and I heaved a sigh after a sudden realization came into my mind. "You have to choose with love. It's just the same as doing everything with love, with passion, with art.""Beauty Queen type of answer indeed," she responded as if mocking me.I quickly threw the pillow onto her so she reacted hysterically but laughed afterward. I prepared myself for her attack and I was right. She threw another pillow on me. So did I a
I GASPED as I opened my eyes. I woke up from a horribly melancholic nightmare, and that's the best way to describe it because it was not supposed to be called a dream.That wasCanary. Maybe the reason she appeared was I thought of her before I fell asleep. The setting was on the cave where Canary got into an accident. The same scenario as to how we saw her dead.It was pitch black. Canary was screaming while her tears were drastically flowing onto her cheeks. She was wearing a Victorian gown and it was white but turned bloody red out of wine as to how it smelled. That was the short scene until there were continuously annoying tossing of glasses. It just stopped when I redeemed myself.I wiped my sweat while trying to calm myself. I reached for the tumbler and drank water from it. Then I turned to Rhyme who was still sleeping beside me, he was smiling.I was also about to smile until I was stopped, remembering Canary on him. I thought of it
COOKIES WERE already placed on the plates so I grabbed the used parchment paper and threw it in the trash bin. I clapped my hands together so excess powders and any granules would move out from my skin. I even wiped it on my apron before holding the tray full of used equipment and ran towards the kitchen counter to put it down, then go back to the dining area."Ready?" I teasingly asked Meter as I gazed upon him.He gave me a sincere smile. "Everything's up," then answered.I couldn't help but also showed Meter the same smile he gave me, so I felt how stretched the corners of my lips.He helped me with baking and preparing other things for this mini-date that he asked for days ago. I immediately said yes, of course. He was only the one who could make me agree with things instantly, without hesitations. Well, honestly, he was also the only person who asked favors these days.Because Rhyme seemed like a ghost for the past ten days of my life.
SHOT GLASSES clicked the moment we shouted 'cheers.' Thunder was the one who pours liquors while Isla was the one who serves snacks. And the only contribution of Boston was his hilarious stories and undying laugh."Let's play, let's play," the wasted Thunder initiated after we all gazed upon her as she slammed the table. We all slapped in the air as we shook our heads. Out of the whole team that celebrated together after the project, only the five of us remained."What are you? A kid?" Boston whined."Do you think only the kids are allowed to play? Think about your situation! You're being toyed by your sugar mommy!" Thunder rebutted."Fuck you!" Boston hissed."Fuck yourself, you disgusting piece of shitty moron!" And Thunder didn't hesitate to fire back once again. The way she spoke... hmm... she didn't seem wreck but I felt like she had the most of the drink tonight. For me, she's wasted and she's just fooling us.Thunder and Rhyme drank m
THE MOMENT fill light turned off, I threw the pen I was holding to the table I was resting on. I immediately massaged my temple as I pursed my lips. Everyone was stopped as they also realized the dark spot was present in the background of the talents on the shoot."Stacey!" Thunder quickly shouted a name when she saw how Isla was struggling while holding the lights he was assigned. "You should see who needs your help. Initiative. It's important to be also intuitive in your workplace. You have no right to look detached," Thunder preached in low voice.Stacey couldn't do anything but stooped down. Our eyes met in a second but she immediately looked away. I was aware that my stares were not pleasing and somehow intimidating but I didn't care because she messed up.This is technically the third day since we started this advertisement for the Hospital. Everything seemed smooth. The whole team with some part-timers and talents was enough.I backed out from bein
MY LIPS parted as I heaved a sigh. I was in front of the photography studio and I had no clue when to enter it. What if Rhyme...oh great!I shouldn't be thinking of him. We knew each other since childhood so I should not be bothered. Dad was also the one who made me do this so I should treat this as a craft or work.But why did I arrived early? Why didn't I even let Meter come with me? Why— "Hi!""Why! Ow!" When I realized that I shouted at someone out of shock, I chanted sorry as I came near her.I was stopped, realizing I didn't know her and she just came out of the studio where Rhyme was working. Maybe a client or someone part of the team.I gulped as I tried to check her features. She's freaking pretty... No. She's a Goddess! She has a pair of round eyes that were seemed sleepy because of her eye makeup. Her thin Roman nose and fuller lips complemented each other as if she's a Japanese-European supermodel. A rare combin
MY SWEATS made me feel uncomfortable. I was also covered with dust. When I looked at my receiving area as I tried to rest for a minute, I saw how dirty my unit had become through the garbage I got after cleaning my room. Since I was busy thinking about the issues I had in my hand, I forgot to ask a cleaning company for my condo unit. They were closed at the moment and I couldn't afford to see this mess. I felt in a hurry to clean the whole place. So I did.I panted. Never knew I would be in a hurry, exert so much effort, and be paranoid of things all at the same time. I heaved a sigh then I closed my eyes as I laid down on the couch's backrest. I felt a sudden relief when I decided to take a rest, seeing the improvement in my room. But it subsided immediately after hearing a doorbell. I rolled my eyes thinking about how that person stopped my exhausted body from feeling the comfort of my bed.With a creased forehead, I unwillingly stood, walked, and opened the door. Th
METER SMILED at me the moment I entered his new car. I teasingly narrowed my eyes on him and that made him chuckle even with cold tantalizing eyes."Silly," Meter reacted.When I finally buckled the seatbelt, he started the car engine. We could never be late."The Passage of Spring collection by Paolo Sebastian," he uttered with a smirk which made me gazed upon him with scrutinizing eyes."How'd you know?" I asked with a suspicious tone."I just saw one that was inspired with Botticelli's painting and that also caught my attention." He pointed to my outfit - an embroidered flocked tulle gown with draped bodice and wing sleeves.I couldn't help but smiled at the thought of Meter, being meticulous with things and passionate about art. We were very compatible in that aspect. And it had been weeks, beyond a month, since we started a thing and it was enchanted.He never invalidated me in general. I felt like I was valued and my thoughts we
MY CHEEKS turned red when Meter put down the box he brought in front of me. He was also the one who opened it and as I felt surprised, my lips formed a wide smile and my eyes sparkled upon seeing what's inside."Oreo cheesecake," he informed me with his hesitant monotone voice. He carefully put the cake out of the box. I pursed my lips as I tried to show him that I was excited to eat."Thank you," I uttered with a smile when I threw a gaze on him. "This is the third cake I received from you from the past few weeks," I announced which made him look at me cluelessly. I smiled wider as I saw his reaction. "And tenth cake if you'll count last month," I added and laughed with my statement.Meter looked away, then blinked thrice. "Cinquain told me you love cheesecakes."I just bobbed my head because I could no longer prolong the conversation, thinking about how should I tell him that this flavor was not my favorite. I just like it, as what I told Cinnquain, the