Chapter 24

Avalon's dine , table number 34 and the reservation was made , I m throwing my narrowed look to the entire room, this place is such a hiatus pause. You may restart from where you were left. My dress is a navy blue cardigan paired with baby pink  button down ,midi skirt and a ditsy floral off white full sleeve blouse.

My hairs were drawn into a traditional fishtail braids, leaving some bangs from side portion of hairs to be freely floated, my makeup is of simply a battered eyeliner all black , no smokey and a plump lip balm , with my pencil heels, in a brown magma, I m consciously waiting for Leigh , because when I entered to this cafe , which is supposed to be 2 months old , opened in the downtown alley ,

I m searching with all my brown eyes , but I found some random people who are distributing their sorrows in this caved atmosphere , is like seeing a moving hustle , I m all seated in this table , which says , a reservation is for me, but Leigh is no where to be spot , all of sudden my eyes went to the architect of this cafe, which has a grey blue mixed long hanging lamps and some stone carving and had a round tables for their customers, very different one from O- Senorina bar, the name of this bar which took a slight roll over my inner tongue made me enthusiastic about whole situation but again ,

I m seating lonely and people of this place here are like the shattered bottle of wine , there is silent murmuring and I m all replaced by halt , The chair looks like a half tore woods with dark enamel of brown coatings with edges leaving silver tinge over them, to pass the time, I put my eyes on the table cloth with crosia lace in dark vinyl colour.

The flamboyant hall run through its pale and colourless contour, I sat there and tapped along the rim of the table, one hand supporting my left cheek while other was lying over the surface of the table ,  an impassive waiter came with one hand having menu book , his pace was steady and he look frivolous in his walks, as nearly he was approaching me towards my table , I looked over his face, he looked in very fetid confusion. And finally his strides stopped near my table , and he slides the menu book towards me, and said,

"Mam! Here's the menu card , what would you like to order , please let me know through this, I m at your service today !" I was impressed by his patient voice, I got to stare in his face, he was a young boy , a sort of teen and he was here working all dress in his black apron with a bow tied over his neck , 

" What's your name? " I asked him out of blue, and he frowned a little, his versatile nature was now replaced by that of uncertainties.

"Sorry, mam ! But Did I have offended you ....?" He replied and his tone was very timid , And his eyebrows were weaved, 

"Hey , calm down, I just asked it because I liked your liveliness, that's it , are you a schooler ?" I tried to sound comforting , to ease the tension which he had developed unknowingly in himself, he was very younger and his confidence was very attractive in any case, 

"I m Robin, and yes I m a schooler, in Aplina High School, as I m the only bread winner of my house, I had to earn by rugs , " he said while , being a little nervous, straightening his suit.

"That's good thing and we should carry this responsibilities of our family when we have actually a folk called as family, Umm..Robin, can I get a double macchiato to-go , please ?" I told him in very slippery way , it was though very uncanny for me to dismissed him, I think because , I was thinking about my own family this time. I don't know ! Because Juana was the only person , to whom I can tag as a family.

After , I watched the Robin being disappeared from my sight , I released a long breath , there lies a downfall window of my thoughts , and I m again drifting back to K ! He took his all attention from me, what was that act ? Which he pulled in front of me ? Blocking my way and making me answer his silly and desperate questions, why can't he mind his own business , when I want to deny any of his feelings in a better way. Some people just can't cross their mouth.

I lifted my head  to search for all binge , so , that  Leigh can be spot or can be located but, as it was all in vain, no one was there to whom I can recognized as the DNA of Leigh , what is this ? A kind of embarrassment , he himself told me to come , but as far as I can see, he is not that amusing type of person, was he going to threw some nuisance prank over me  ? I m not made to observe these pushovers then!!

As , I was about to stand from my seat, I saw Robin coming with a tray and carefully placing his footsteps ,I can see the reflection of his actions as he is very much determined to stay focused and forte in his job. The tray sometimes go off balance but he somehow manage it to catch, with the point of a third person , it was just a simple aqua blue tray of a normal cup of black tea, with a saucer and a French cup, and with that the tray was a temporary rental for some saccharin and a spoon , the silver spoon with a white lustre, and finally he placed the tray on the muslin cloth of table, on the edge of a flower vase, the pink poppies are about to crinkle , as I touch the soapy petals of the kept poppies , pink and their middle stigma was coral green.

"Thanks for this brewing macchiato, Robin, here's your tip , keep going with your deeds and make your self rooted ...." As I slipped the 60 dollar bill towards him and he just nodded with a plain smile on his oblong face and went away to carry his further chores,

I went on stirring the macchiato , with the spoon , the small eddies of whirlpool forming in my macchiato with the spirit like steam running away from the pool of tea leaves, sugar and bay leaves were forming an image together and i was going to understand the meaning of that steam which was coming out of tea, it was a slight faint with blurry outlines , first of all it looked like the crooked nose of Murphy's, haha! And then at half way ,

It was looking like the bike of Juana , obviously the Dakar rally , and at last , my breath hold because it was making a sketch of someone , which was probably not in my list of virtual vision, but it was that same black hoodie man with the most beautiful eyes , I ever had seen ,those deep hazel eyes with mixed emotions,

it was like a green pen which had been sailing smooth over the white paper with thin dark linings to write , and the writer is writing without uplifting his left arm , it was very pure and serene , to see the outline of that image , a light green rays mixed with opal white steam of my black tea making an illustration of K! Ryan Vaughan , his touches were the new way of my heartbeat increase,

I can almost imagine his heavy muscular figure , which was all time wrapped in his single piece of black hoodie , his tall figure was slowly approaching my table and he was speaking with his eyes, soundless. There was a spellbound ambience in his personality , and he held his own serious dampness , he was a sonnet of some euphoric custody against my body and he slowly captured the atmosphere with his thoughts invading my mind ness with just him, the red ink with grey slate , can't be sprinkled together , as one is flowing fluid and another one is a rigid slaty plate, one is colour another is a slate rock and one wants to be stationary ,

it didn't want to move , not a single step and other is a floating coloured water , even sometimes bridges are failed to resist its urge to flow and it can't be imprisoned in the boundaries , red ink's free spiritedness is a stopper for its relation with the grey slate board, they both are not racist , just because the ink is red and the board is grey , they can't be together is not the correct concluded thesis, but we have to observe the other factors, which is not compatible , stability of any relationship cannot be measured in some specific parameters , there are further more potholes in the road of destiny,

"What this lady like figure is doing in this dine , Miss L-o-c-k ....Hart?" Somebody whispered in my ears, making my eardrums shivers with the coldness in the voice, i jumped off from my seat as there was a deformation over the leather of the chair and I half turned my upper body to see , who was it !

To shock ! Was an understatement, the last person , I expected was him! K or the Ryan Vaughan , and he had all the smirks over his chiseled jawline , having hands in his one pocket and other over the chair , upon which I was seating, my heart was pounding and pouring blood with great pressure and I was again vulnerable.

"I...meeting...I ...the.." And here was I almost lost to his captivating authority, he was already pushing it to greater extent. And I tried to look elsewhere but not into his magnetic eyes.

"I think, you should practice the charity of lie, because....you can't lie to me....can I have the seat , I guess I must." He was this dominating bastard, I clenched my fist and tried not to do anything stupid, he was grinning but his smile was contagious ,his tapping hands over the material of table was turn on!

"Please , get up from the seat, the seat is reserved for someone , who is supposed to arrive here at any second..." Somehow, I tried to sound like a blood and brave lady, and showed the fake arrogance over him, but did he ever heard me ? No ! So he plopped on the chair with much caressed way.

"Let it be, I would show that punk , that only ! I can sit next to you ! And nobody else, Valentina ....!" He fumed and whined like a four years old bub , sometimes it irritates me and it was more than a tiring work, I hate him , he was just like the other son of a bitch , but again, I don't know , why I gave him the permission to grope me and hovered over me, it was not an abusing method, it was him and his own kind of  blasting music which was no sounding but he had the invisible inviting letter for my love.

" Then, please make your self comfortable because my head is reacting to the strain, which is radiating from you Ryan and I m going to head outside.!" With this I get up and held my purse to scoot away from him and his shady presence ,

He was silent , his silent attitude was itself a result of his obnoxious behaviour, I don't want to see him , neither the feeling , which I get on seeing him, it was just not  right! The man was not right himself , and I should never even had to accept the invitation from Leigh, he made a fool of myself , I m not the puppet , that every boy should hurt, I m just falling in a pit , where no saviour would even try to save me .

Don't hold me boy ,

Because I m a fare

Cause you are the rare.....

A song played just on the background, it was repeating and Ryan was just observing me and my moves, I was an non alcoholic girl with tripping foots , my head is spinning over him, I m mad over him and I want to beat that man, who never came ....