because I want to surprise him but I don’t know how. It’s nice because he is looking cute and he is waiting for me, and both things together make me feel loved. I just want to run towards him and embrace him, filling his face with little kisses and giggle and laugh together as in movies but then I remember again that I am Calypso, the girl with no fortune, and I feel pretty retracted about what I was about to do. So instead, I sigh and keep walking slowly.
“Oh, hi there,” he turns around and says a little bit scared. Not actually scared but the nice kind of scared, like the I-am-happy-to-see-you scared. We smile together and it makes me feel embraced, full of warmth.
“Hello, Theodore,” I speak nicely, wishing my happiness isn’t showing as much as I am feeling it.
“How was your day now?” he states. “Don’t guess, please tell me the truth,” he adds and I freeze. I can’t tell him everything that has happened but I won’t lie to him either.
“Bad, to be honest. I always argue with every single professor about stupid stuff,” I sigh dolefully. I am not hurt or sad at all, I am acting a little bit. “What about yours?” I inquire before he can say a word. He was about to say something but I don’t want to talk about me at all.
“Uh, yeah, same as yours,” Theo stops for a second, he seems thoughtful and it makes me want to know everything he has inside that lovely mind of his. “What is wrong with professors? They are cool, y’know,” he seems speechless and so unconvinced; I know he is hiding something. I have this feeling of awkwardness and I hate it.
“They aren’t, Theo. And… Uh… you said same as yours , meaning what?” I put both my hands over my waist, it seems I am talking to him as if I was his girlfriend, but he isn’t reacting in a wrong way so everything seems good to me.
“What do you mean? What are you doing?” He asks seriously. Shit, I was wrong . His face changes completely and I feel that mine does too.
“Uh, nothing. Just asking.” Wrong, fail, LIE. I am not JUST asking, I am seriously asking.
“Woah, okay. Don’t get defensive, I am kidding,” he giggles and smiles. “Your face, it’s okay, Cal. I am kidding, huh,” he grabs my waist and gives me a hug, embracing every single part of my body, sending me shivers down my spine. I was all tensed up and now I am relieved. He pulls apart smiling Theodore-style.
“I meant I also argued with some professors today,” when he speaks he does it softly, with little pauses and really calmed. If he is not joking, he is always calmed and speaking with a nice tone of voice.
I am amazed he also had an argument with a professor because he is gentle, polite and all the nice adjectives in the world.
“Really? Why?” I inquire pretty doubtfully. “You’re not that type of person,” I admit looking at the floor; I don’t feel like staring at him at this moment.
“What type of person am I?” Theo raises his eyebrows while crooking his smile and I realize that I kind of forgot we are standing at the entrance hall which it’s pretty odd and strange.
“Huh?” Theo voices.
“What?” I say.
“What type of person am I?” he repeats with the exact tone of voice he did before.
“You know.” I am blushing and look like a tomato right now. “You are you.” I look away afraid of my redness.
“Don’t do that with me, Calypso,” Theo mumbles and grabs my shoulder tenderly, making me look directly at him, introducing myself into his eyes. I know it sounds wrong and bizarre but it feels literally like that, life if I am getting into his eyes. They are so dark but soft at the same time. Like a black fur; his eyes are not necessarily black but brown. The point of the black fur is that it’s the darkest it can be but the nicest it can feel.
“Do what?” I say innocently.
“That,” he says.
“What?”
“Oh, God. THAT,” he screams laughing. “You act as if you don’t know what I am talking
“Oh, hi there,” he turns around and says a little bit scared. Not actually scared but the nice kind of scared, like the I-am-happy-to-see-you scared. We smile together and it makes me feel embraced, full of warmth.
“Hello, Theodore,” I speak nicely, wishing my happiness isn’t showing as much as I am feeling it.
“How was your day now?” he states. “Don’t guess, please tell me the truth,” he adds and I freeze. I can’t tell him everything that has happened but I won’t lie to him either.
“Bad, to be honest. I always argue with every single professor about stupid stuff,” I sigh dolefully. I am not hurt or sad at all, I am acting a little bit. “What about yours?” I inquire before he can say a word. He was about to say something but I don’t want to talk about me at all.
“Uh, yeah, same as yours,” Theo stops for a second, he seems thoughtful and it makes me want to know everything he has inside that lovely mind of his. “What is wrong with professors? They are cool, y’know,” he seems speechless and so unconvinced; I know he is hiding something. I have this feeling of awkwardness and I hate it.
“They aren’t, Theo. And… Uh… you said same as yours , meaning what?” I put both my hands over my waist, it seems I am talking to him as if I was his girlfriend, but he isn’t reacting in a wrong way so everything seems good to me.
“What do you mean? What are you doing?” He asks seriously. Shit, I was wrong . His face changes completely and I feel that mine does too.
“Uh, nothing. Just asking.” Wrong, fail, LIE. I am not JUST asking, I am seriously asking.
“Woah, okay. Don’t get defensive, I am kidding,” he giggles and smiles. “Your face, it’s okay, Cal. I am kidding, huh,” he grabs my waist and gives me a hug, embracing every single part of my body, sending me shivers down my spine. I was all tensed up and now I am relieved. He pulls apart smiling Theodore-style.
“I meant I also argued with some professors today,” when he speaks he does it softly, with little pauses and really calmed. If he is not joking, he is always calmed and speaking with a nice tone of voice.
I am amazed he also had an argument with a professor because he is gentle, polite and all the nice adjectives in the world.
“Really? Why?” I inquire pretty doubtfully. “You’re not that type of person,” I admit looking at the floor; I don’t feel like staring at him at this moment.
“What type of person am I?” Theo raises his eyebrows while crooking his smile and I realize that I kind of forgot we are standing at the entrance hall which it’s pretty odd and strange.
“Huh?” Theo voices.
“What?” I say.
“What type of person am I?” he repeats with the exact tone of voice he did before.
“You know.” I am blushing and look like a tomato right now. “You are you.” I look away afraid of my redness.
“Don’t do that with me, Calypso,” Theo mumbles and grabs my shoulder tenderly, making me look directly at him, introducing myself into his eyes. I know it sounds wrong and bizarre but it feels literally like that, life if I am getting into his eyes. They are so dark but soft at the same time. Like a black fur; his eyes are not necessarily black but brown. The point of the black fur is that it’s the darkest it can be but the nicest it can feel.
“Do what?” I say innocently.
“That,” he says.
“What?”
“Oh, God. THAT,” he screams laughing. “You act as if you don’t know what I am talking
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