Painting

Driving back to her home was awkwardly quiet, Eric is always the guy that make sure to have a conversation with her but he was quiet. Why does she care now?

"Still upset with me?" He asked her, she turned to him with a stern but bothered look.

"Yes, still upset" she replied but to her surprise he didn't say anything after that until they got to her house.

"Good night" he said standing beside his car door with his hands in his pocket.

She wondered why he didn't utter a word throughout the drive except asking if she was upset. Is he upset too? She went to his side and stood right in front of him. He offered a questioning look. "I'd like to go for that ride again" she said. "I wanna get use to feeling terrified" she finished.

"Why?"

"You didn't say a word throughout the drive to my house" she said and he frowned.

"You don't like anything about me and also the conversation I have with you and I don't want to irritate you so I kept shut" he told her.

She stared at him for a while and when he noticed she wasn't going to stop gazing he looked at her. "What?"

"Why should I always like the conversation you have with me?" She asked and looked away.

"I don't know" he said. "You told me all conversation are the same but you don't like it when I talk or wants to have a conversation with you." He said. "It's like you are being unfair" he whispered that.

"You want me to change that?" She asked with her smiley gaze on his grey eyes.

"Yes if you can"

"No, I can't" she replied immediately knowing his answer. "So good night Mister" she moved closer. "Have a good night sleep and take care" she said and turned around to go to her house. He surprised her again, he didn't utter a word and then drove off. That man... She just can't understand him. She went to her house.

The next day, she sat in her room all day because she has finally decided to go back to work when Daniel arrived but if he does any mistake again, she would quit for good and no one would convince or stop her.

She had planned to paint her white shirt since last night, so she sat on the floor to start painting them when she heard a knock on the door. She asked who it was an went to open the door. It was Eric, doesn't he have any work to do? Well, it's evening so he might have finished working.

"Mister Eric" she said. "Do come in" she gestured with her hands. "I see you like coming uninvited" she said as she sat back down on the floor.

"I brought this for you" he said, it was the big teddy bear from yesterday.

"Why? You paid for it and also won it" she said and he sat with her on the floor.

"I did it for you... Here have it" he handed it to her. 'he did it for her?.... That's... Nice' she thought and took it from him. It was so fluffy and warm as Eric was. it also smelt like Eric.

"Thank you" she appreciated.

Silence enveloped them which wasn't so awkward. "What are you doing?" He asked, staring at the shirts on the floor and colours.

"I'm painting my clothes" she said, picking up the pain brush again

"Why don't you just buy clothes with designs on it instead?" He asked, she raised her smiley gaze at him, giving him a smile that means he doesn't understand.

"I learnt it from my parents" she said simply after some minutes of silence when Eric had given up on knowing. "When I was a child, white clothes like this are the cheapest, my parents couldn't afford so much, so they paint my clothes to make me happy. They buy colours and paint it to look beautiful" she explained with a smile on her face. "So now I do this when I miss them and it's fun" she said.

"Well, that means I'd learn from you" he said. "I love your parents, even when they didn't have enough they were still able to put a smile on your face. That's nice, my parents doesn't really care" he said.

If only he knew and if only she knew was the case here between the two. She only laughed.

"So can I paint?" He asked.

"Yeah, sure but none of the shirt can fit you perfectly, they are small" she told him.

"Ohh... Is there a place around I can get white shirts?" he asked. She went into a deep thought and eventually answered.

"Yes, a little far from the street" she said.

"I should go get one Lucy... Please come along"

Lucy agreed and wore her slippers before going with him.

When they got to the shop, she felt someone's watching her. She looked around and saw a motorcycle just like Edward's. She left Eric and went to the motorcycle, she wished she knew what his bike looks like exactly or the name. She stood there for a while waiting to see if the owner comes but Eric was the one to go to her. She looked at him in confusion and he became confused. "What's up?" He asked.

She shook her head and placed her hand on her forehead. "It's nothing" she managed to say. What was on her mind was disturbing. What if she's in danger? What if Edward is really watching her? Who would want to know her every move? But what if all this was just her imaginations? What if Edward coming her are just coincidence?

Ohh! She doesn't know what to think.

Eric stroked her hair. "Let's go... I can't wait to paint" he said while she nodded and went with him back to her home, she kept taking glances behind her to see if the rider was back but until she couldn't see the bike anymore the owner never showed up.

They were seated on the ground across each other as they painted, Eric had already taken of his jacket and had only his black shirt on.

"I did this for you" he spoke and showed her the shirt he coloured for her. It was her name written in beautiful colours. She grinned at him and collected the shirt.

"Thank you"

"My pleasure" he replied. "So what are you painting?"

"A butterfly"

"That's beautiful" he said and brushed her face with the paint brush he had with him. She looked at him with a 'whoa!' look.

"Stop it" she wiped it off her face and continued her painting but Eric couldn't stop staring at her serious looking face, she's still beautiful even when In a stern look. She sensed and felt his gaze on her and when she looked up at him. He painted her face, she did the same and they both grinned. He reached out to paint her face again but she leaned back and he lost stance that he had to fall on her. It was a 'wow!' case.

They were both stunned but he leaned back by placing his opened palm on the ground supporting him. He was still on top of her and then he painted her face gently, she had her eyes closed as he drew on her face. "What are you doing?" She asked beneath him.

"Painting...." He said and then leaned back when he was done. She sat down too.

"What did you draw?"

"A growing leave" he replied, she wants to see it so she stood up and went to check the mirror, it was okay. "Don't erase it" he told her.

"I wanna draw on your face too" she said, she went back to him and knelt on the floor to paint his face, he also had his eyes closed but she keeps staring at his lips. When she was done she went back to sit. He stood up and stared at his reflection. It was also a growing leave. He turned around to meet her gaze. He smiled brightly.

When they were done painting, he was told to test the shirt on. He unbuttoned his shirt, it wasn't the first time she saw his bare skin and also touched it. He took the shirt off and could see she was staring at his body, kind of admiring it. He put on the shirt and she smiled. "Wanna take a picture?" She asked.

"I want to... With you"

"Okay" she took off her own shirt leaving her with her bra singlet, if she could stare at him he should also do the same. She eventually wore the shirt with the butterfly painting and he had his own with a big heart painted in red. They took pictures and selfies together and in the end, she walked him out of her house. It was time he head home.

Outside the door were the two of them standing and she was staring at him. "What?"

She gestured for him to lower himself to her level and he did with pleasure. Lucy leaned closer.

What's she up to?