She was sitting on the floor and smoking when he entered the bedroom. He was smiling and although she could trace his slight exhaustion, he looked fine and dandy tonight. He wore a black shirt and a pair of blue jeans, and the dim light somehow accentuated just the right features of his face.
He put his bag on the table and said that because of the several meetings he had to attend today, he had lost a tournament in Need For Speed. He started telling her how he terribly wanted the car which would've been won by him if there weren't no meetings, how he had been patiently playing the challenges from Thursday night just to be beaten by the time limit.
She was able to feel his enthusiasm in his voice and that made her filled with strange happiness and warmth. He was only several years younger than her mother and more mature than anyone she ever met, and yet here he was, complaining on a racing game like a 10-year-old. Not only that. Out of nowhere, he could send her message simply to show off that he had bought a ticket of a legendary musician's show. These kinds of things really made her want to kiss his cheek.
She blushed. She couldn't count how many times she had seen him, but she still had this butterfly in her stomach.
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