There she was. 

        A towel on her head and another wrapped around her bust down to the knees. I trailed my eyes from the head to her eyes and then down in a flash taking in whatever obvious details I could get 

        She didn't seem shocked to see me. Instead, she opened the door wide and ushered me in.

        B's eyes with no glasses are beautiful. I could see shyness in her as she pointed at the couch in the middle of the room as she made her way to dress.

        Shoe rack on the side, packed with; one-sized sneakers, sports shoes, two pairs of crocks, and a pair of sandals. I envied all the shoes. Especially the black ones. 

        Who has those many shoes? 

        The huge glass table in the middle of the spacious room, the flowers beneath it, the black and white hairy rug, and the muted smart tv in front of me playing Chris Brown and Wizkid's Call Me Everyday on Spotify.

        A small cabinet-like table situated below the pinned tv held a cool midsized sound system with two speakers looking my way. The remote sat on the table.

        Almost pressing the sound button to listen to what kind of music that was. 

        Instead, I adored the other side of the room. An open kitchen, with white surfaces, a dining table with some four chairs by the sides. 

        An apartment may be more expensive to rent than my college tuition. 

        Couldn't help admiring the classy sitting room. Too elegant for my taste, with a lot of white surfaces and endless space.

        I ended up at the small reading table housing an Apple desktop computer, laptop, some books, and a chair under it. 

        By the window for maximum light, I guess.

        That's when it hit me, the smell in the room. I had almost forgotten about it. It smelt divine_ frankly, I can't figure out what smells like that.

        Like her, only more prominent. 

        My eyes widened, took deep breaths of her unique smells, and my body sunk deep into the couch _ what is better than this? I could have stayed at that moment for whatever it took until something more euphoric showed.

        The music was muted and paused, which after time made the tv go to sleep mode revealing select background pictures. 

        The first was of her with some other people, family by the similarity with the woman. Slide to next, B was taken in buggy shorts slightly above the knees. 

        As my eyes widened and narrowed at the same time to take a keen look I heard footsteps and tore my unwilling eyes to face her.

        B was back, right in front of my eyes. Looking at the new B, I thought. Shit! I love you. 

        I know B. The sneakers B. The buggy B, one with gigantic glasses covering almost all of her face. That was the B I knew, not this one.

        A B with thick black, curly hair _ was not in my mind. The straight-haired B was more familiar.

        One with a beautiful face_ glasses off_ showing big dark eyes that would have dissolved mine in an instant. With a long slender neck, a right-sized pajama top showing a well-defined collarbone, and matching pants. I hadn't seen her, she made my mouth and eyes water. 

        I swallowed a hard lump of anxiety, lust, and curiosity unconsciously. Still, my throat felt dryer.

        "Noah. Noah… Noah!", She tried to get me back to the present. 

        I heard the last time and snapped out of my paradise. Staring right back at her gazing eyes, I couldn't believe I had missed all that. How did I? 

        "Uhm", I was speechless, what could I have said? That, will you marry me? 

        She didn't seem bothered by my lustful glare, hers were dark but with the whitest scleras.

        On my mind, only bad things were going on, shameful even. 

        I wondered, what are you thinking about? Is your mind as evil as mine?

        "Would you like some coffee?"She asked, at last, shifting my gaze to her moving lips. I never wanted to kiss any lips that much before, mine were shaking.

        I wanted to say yes, and more. But my mouth betrayed me, nothing was coming out, I nodded instead. 

        She walked to the kitchen, not turning to shut my gazing eyes. I had to follow her up, I stared at the dark hair, the slender body, well-defined hips… 

        Am I cured of myopia?

        Took a minute to recover, not like I did. Then, I turned to tv where more of her pictures crossed each other leaving me breathless.

        A particular one, that which had exposed thighs. Starting from her toes deep in the sandy beach to the middle of her thighs. How I loved looking at her.

        I was taken by the long legs and a tiny tattoo to the very last bit…

        Most of that must be covered. What is it? A bird or insert? I think not a flower, she isn't that girly or is she?

        . What's the f... another one slid through distracting me.

        I have to ask, anything. If not now I will never ask with her eyes staring at me like they did. 

        "Hey"

        "Ask", she replied.

        "How did you know I wanted to… I mean"

        B didn't stop me as I had hoped, I just kept quiet. "My superpower."

        "I see", my mouth had never been dryer, "You didn't ask me how I got here "

        "I know", B replied calm as ever. 

        "Ah, of course, you do," I smiled gingerly. 

        "You don't strike me as someone who didn't want to come here either. You would have sent the bag. Thanks"

        "For what?", I asked. I should have been the one with gratitude.

        "Bringing it "

        "Should be the one thanking you", I said, waiting for her to ask why. I decided to explain myself anyway, she wasn't going to ask anyway.

        "For lending me your notes, always. Offered me today as well and you know..."

        "I don't know", she replied. Was I supposed to feed her every detail?

        "Uhm, for not getting weird about me staring at you during the lectures. 

        Yeah, that"

To Be Continued...