Chapter 219 - Side Story 10.2 (1/2)
A few days passed, and Mike found himself going into the same flower shop. Apparently, Francisca asked him to consult with the owner if they were willing to supply all the flowers at their wedding. The one she bought a few days ago made her happy that she was even considering collaborating with a small shop.
She was too busy with the wedding preparations, so the task fell on his hands.
Mike looked over. It was starting to snow. Then someone bumped into him, and his slit eyes looked at the woman with the hood.
”I'm sorry,” she said, panting—fogged blurred her beautiful face.
”You are . . .. Miss Freya,” Mike said.
”M-Mr. Lantis?” she rasped. Her little fingers clutched his ċhėst.
Why was her voice so weak and pleading? And her big dull eyes shone with tears.
”Miss Freya, wait! We just wanted to have coffee with you!”
Both Mike and Freya looked at the teenagers who were right behind her—running in her direction.
Mike sighed under his breath and pulled Freya into a corner. He pressed her against the wall while shielding her from view with his body.
The smell of her hair reminded him of flowers, and though she was blind, he was attracted at how her eyes shook in fear. She was trembling beneath him, and he thought of a cornered rabbit. This put a smile on his face.
Eventually, the boys went past them without even looking in their direction.
”. . .”
”. . .”
”I'm . . . I'm sorry . . . ,” she said, voice meek as her face.
Mike pulled away and looked at her. ”I'll take you home.”
She looked down and clutched her hands. ”N-no . . . I've . . . I've troubled you enough.”
”Can you get back home alone?”
She was silent for a moment. She then beamed, eyes turning crescent, and her face turned holy. ”I have my cane with me, so it's fine.”
She looked at him like she could see him. Then her face lowered a little. She seemed uncomfortable didn't know where to put her arms nor what words to say next.
”Then, I'm going ahead,” Mike said and prepared to leave.
”W-wait,” she said in frantic. She hurried towards him only to fell on the ground when she lost her balance.
Mike closed his eyes for a moment before he went to her and pulled her up.
”S-sorry,” she said, embarrassed. Her face was red, and her lips were so moist.
”I- I just wanted to tell you that uhm . . . if you'd like to have some tea as my way of thanking you . . . and . . . ; and . . .”
”You really are beautiful,” he said with a serious face and voice. Her breath was so warm against his skin. Her lips were tantalizing red and it looked very soft to kiss.
”But you can stop acting now.”
”. . .”
”. . .”
She was shocked for a moment. Then her expression changed. Her frail face looked hard. Her weak eyes turned sharp, and her voice was full of confidence. Transforming her image from a girl into a woman.
”You knew?”
She smiled. And Mike, for the life of him, found it cute. A feeling that he only experienced when he was with animals.