A bucketful of embarrass romance 

“Hello! Wait! It’s my basket. I kept it here. It’s MINE!”

“Oh!” -He drops the basket immediately over a pile of oranges where I kept it first. I see him accompanied by a little boy, who must be around 12. I’m guessing this little boy to be his nephew or cousin brother because he definitely doesn’t seem to be his father. I’m hoping he is not married as I don’t see him wearing any engagement ring either. He is in a blue and purple football jersey and shorts. He is extremely cute and the dimple in his cheeks makes him adorable.

While I converse with my mother who is on the line discussing some serious family issues where I’m supposed to give her a sympathetic gesture, I instead laughed out for what happened just now. The cute jersey guy and his little friend too couldn’t control their laughter. It has been a funny and embarrassing situation.

“What are you laughing at?” My mother sounds annoyed hearing me laugh. “No, nothing, I’m really sorry, Maa! I didn’t mean to offend you. There’s this guy taking away the basket I picked to get fruits so, I snapped at him and he is intimidated.”

“Grow up! Stop scaring guys around you. No wonder you don’t get dates.”

“Maa! Stop it! I’m hanging up now. Bye!”

I see them changing their direction away from me but, I caught the cute eyes gazing at me constantly from a distant. We exchanged smiles but, our third smile 10 meters away from each other in the shopping complex is interrupted by the little boy. I laughed again dropping two mangoes from the shelf. “Hello! I am sorry for scaring you guys. I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s alright, we understand. You’re really sweet and cute!” Winks the little boy and these is a sign of embarrament on the jersey guy’s face. We both are like, facepalmed.

The embarrassment continued to follow us. He stood just next to me at the billing counter. I turned back to get my wallet out of my backpack and there he is, I caught him smelling my hair. Damn! The little boy is like recording all this with his detective eyes. He winks at me again! Facepalm!

Some stories are not meant to proceed. They are sweet and short. I left the store with a smile on my face. I turned back and caught them again gazing at me. “Damn!” I bit my lips in embarrassment.


About Runaway Lassie

We all have stories. Stories from childhood, growing up, our young days and mid years of adulthood, and eventually growing older... Life is so interesting, isn't it? I'll try my best to blog as much as I can, everyday.
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