Malachi

I mean I'm not gay at all but I would most definitely smash. I know that doesn't sound right, but honestly, I don't care. I mean, I'm only blessed with his side profile for now but even that is too much. I've never seen a side profile this sharp and defined. i know I'm goodlooking, but even I am so far behind on the line when it comes to this dude.

Are men even supposed to have lashes that long and straight? And his nose? Perfection. So straight and perfect. Okay, I'm getting more annoyed. Why does he have to look so good? And why I'm I still fucking looking and thinking about him.

I force my eyes back to my drink and it strays away from where I kept it and fell back on his face. This time my eyes latch onto his lips, and my God, its perfection. It's a full top lip with a slightly defined cupid's bow and a pinkish lower lip. I can't be sure since I cant fully see his features. Okay this is getting weirder by the second. I need to stop this. Maybe it's the drink. Ill just blame it on the drink.

Or maybe if I talked to him it might snap mw out of this drink filled curiosity. I cleared my throat.

"hello."

No reply. Maybe he didn't hear me. Celine dion is playing though. I moved my upper body closer. "hey guy, what's up?" I say louder this time.

He still didn't reply. If I wasn't watching him closely I wouldn't see him raise his perfectly trimmed brow up a little. Oh wow. He's snobby too? Honestly, I saw that coming. If I looked like that, people will literally worship at my feet. "hi" I say again, desperate to hear him speak. He didn't raise a perfect brow this time. This time he gives me the best- I mean worst side eye ever. He couldn't even be bothered enough to raise his eyes up to see me properly. Wow.

Okay. This is getting ridiculous. Why is this drink making me really impressed with everything about this guy. I bet he has ugly, sour voice that's why he refused to talk to me. I bet his voice is all high-pitched and stupid like that policeman from that cell. Like he can't be that perfect to also have a deep voice. No. cant happen. "so you're just gonna ignore me... dude" dude doesn't sound right in my mouth. I ignore that thought.

"how can I help you." I know he spoke. I saw his lips move. But I just cant come to terms with the fact that the delicious husky voice came from him. No freaking way. My jaw is probably on the flour right now and I don't mind one minute.

He snaps his fingers at me when I haven't responded. He probably thinks I'm a freak right now.

"um, hi?" why did it sound like a fucking question. What is wrong with me.

"do you actually have anything to say or do you plan on staring at me till I leave this place." The words fall out of his mouth in a slowly paced pattern as if he has all the time in the world.

"are you drunk?" he asks with indifference. As if whatever my answer is no concern to him.

"I think so." I murmur feeling a little bit flustered. "sorry"

"for what?" still no change in his expression.

"for bothering you." I mumble.

He corks that perfect brow again. "you're not bothering me." He states. Eyes still stuck on his phone.

"bro you look like I'm bothering you."

"that's just how I look like all the time." Oh. Thank God its not me.

"oh okay. I'm Tobi." I say with an outstretched hand. He side eyes my hand and turns back to his phone.

"okay" he replied without introducing himself in returned.

"so... whats your name?" I ask after a beat when I've withdrawn my outstretched hand.

He drops his phone on the counter, picks up his drink and fully turns to me and I almost pass out from the visual. "Malachai." He has mismatched eyes. He fucking has mismatched eyes. One dark the other a startling blue. Its so beautiful. How is he so perfect? If I were gay, this type of man will definitely break my heart into a million tiny pieces. But thank God I'm not gay. My heart is safe.

He snaps his finger again. This is getting so embarrassing. I blink and then remembered he told me his name. Malachai. That's from the bible.

"wow, you have a really cool name." his name sounds as sophisticated as him. Now that his eyes are on me, I surprisingly don't know how to act anymore. I can't even meet his fucking eye and I force my eyes away from his lips and settle on the hand holding his drink. The very manly and veiny han-

He clears his throat and my eyes went back to his face. His corked brow is the only thing out of place on his face. No smile, no irritation. Just nothing. He doesn't look even a bit curious as to why I've been gawking at him all night. Well since he looks like that, I believe am not the first creep he had come across. The thought weirdly leaves a sour taste in my mouth.

"I'm not a creep." I mumble. The brow thing again. "I said, I am not a creep." I said a little louder this time."

He stares at me for a short time before saying. "never said you were..... although I wonder" my curious eyes wander away from his face down his body. He looks tall. I guess he might also be six two like me, but I seem to be a little more muscular than him. I have probably twenty to twenty five pound on him. He looks fit but I can't really tell much since he is suited up. The suit though also look impeccable on him. I bet everything looks good on him.

"that." He gestures to me with his drink. "that look. Whats it about?. Have you never come across another man?" I flushed. Dude is just calling me out.

"sorry. It's the drink." Even that sounds stupid because I haven't had a sip since he sat down.

He shrugs. "nothing I'm not used to."

We went silent from there. Only silently observing each other. Mine from intrigue. His probably from total judgment. I couldn't blame him though.

"what do you do?" I broke the silence. He relaxes back on the stool, his eyes traveling over my face.

"I'm a brain surgeon."

My mouth drops open again. "you're incredibly smart too?" I blurt out. The corner of his lips tilts up slightly, that's all I got from him. Wow, a brain surgeon. That's like so intelligent. How is he, handsome, smart and hot. That's like a deadly combination even for me a straight man.

"you?" he ask.

"me what?"

"what do you do?"

Oh that. "I'm a fashion designer."I say a little proudly. I'm proud of what I built. I might not be as book smart as him but I'm happy for myself for how far I've come.

He nods. "what's your brand name?"

Oh he is interested in knowing more about me. Not because he likes me in dating way, because I don't either, I'm straight. But because he finds me interesting. Okay I think I'm getting ahead of myelf at this point.

"its T-signs." He tilts his head a bit, I assume from confusion. "you know, Tobi designs. I just shortened it."

He nods in understanding. He opens his mouth to say something when his phone beeped, distracting him. He picks up his phone, checked whatever it was before quickly downing his drink and waiving the bartender over. I watch and dread fills my stomach as I realize he was getting ready to leave.

He pays for his drink before turning to me. "it was nice talking to you. Have a good night." He stands up from his stool. I stand up too. I can't just let him leave like that.

"wait" I call out. I was right. We were about the same height, but he's slightly taller. Just a teensy bit.

"what?"

"um... can get your number?" a brow raised. "you know, incase I need a brain surgery. My mom says there's something wrong with my head. I might need to get it checked out. But its okay if you don't want to, I understand. But really, its harmless-

"its alright." He looks a little bit amused. "hand me your phone."

I quickly dip my hand into my pocket and fish out my phone before he changes his mind and handed it to him. He types in his digits and gives it back.

"twas nice talking to you too." I murmur.

He nods and leaves.

I glance back down at my phone screen and saw the number he typed in. I add it to my contact list with a small smile on my face.

Malachi.