My Precious Moments … Just a day …{Fiction}

She arrived, the prettiest thing that I had seen and it was worth the thousand miles I had traveled. I had wanted to spend the whole day with her and she had obliged, and all I wanted to do was just observe – her, her face, her eyes, her hair and just her. She sat quietly, not wanting to say anything but maybe wondering what she was doing there. I did not want to read her mind. Her presence was overwhelming enough and I began to grow a conscious awareness of my stalk-eyed glances. I think she knew it too.

The Coastal Highway was a remainder of why a convertible would have made more sense. But I reminded myself why between the balancing act of watching her hair brushed by winds and the constant silence that I wanted to embrace, I had chosen the latter. She turned around and smiled when we figured we were lost. I could not help but amuse myself with the notion that maybe I did not mind getting lost – with her. Another precious minute is more than what I had bargained for. She did not want to flirt but smiled, she did not want to be touched but held my hand for a lifetime of seconds, she did not want to glance but knew I was looking at her and most of all – she did not want to feel but I think she knew what I was feeling.

Lunch was a matter of choices. The first restaurant we arrived at was closed. I had to tease her about the  unknowns in her own surrounding. She was not very amused but tried to tackle me right out of my routine by questioning my judgement on directions. I had lost.  The Indian restaurant was a quiet place, just enough people to make sure the food was fresh but a tranquil ambient that allowed me to focus and hear her. We had ordered more than we had thought we could munch in and to relieve the pressure of too much food, I had to carve out some of my embarassing acts. A bicep contest between us judged by the waiter eventually led to a small but hearty laughter – I had hoped that the food got digested in the process. I was not sure.

{To be Continued …}