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I met her at a bar. A friend at the bar invited me to come over to his place to hang out for a while because I designed the bar’s décor for him. He said the people there were crazy, especially the girls.
The first time I saw her I had a feeling that sex with this kind of girl must be crazy, although she looked quiet, those eyes of hers told me about the fire I couldn’t hide inside. She had come with another girl, but her friend had left her behind to dance with another boy. Maybe she was waiting for someone, by her charm, there shouldn’t be no boys to come up and talk to.
True to form, a boy sat over and whispered something to her, and she shook her head and smiled a little.
Thinking it was time for me to step up, I walked over and sat down next to her, taking a sip of the drink she was drinking, it was whiskey, just what I like to drink the most. That’s right, she was drinking that soda unlike all the other girls.
The guy she was talking to thought we knew each other, froze, gave me a look, said sorry and turned away. I picked up the cigarettes she was smoking and lit one up, not bad, also my favorite, it was the Marlboro menthol shaped one. This time it was her turn, also froze looking at me, but did not say anything.
I took a pen out of my pocket and wrote my phone number on the cigarette case and said to her, “This is my phone number.” Then I handed it to her, picked up her glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp, and walked out without looking back.
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A week later, it was raining heavily outside, and I was working on my design at home when the phone rang. I picked up the phone, and a soft voice came from the other side: “Hello, is this Yu Xuan’s house?”
“You are? …” I asked.
“The girl at the bar the other day when you drank my drink.”
“Oh, don’t remind me, I’ve forgotten about that day.”
“Are you free right now? I’m home alone, can you come over and keep me company?” After saying that, she told me the address of her own home.
I looked up at the window, it was raining hard, “Why are you calling me at this hour?” I muttered. But her enthusiasm was worth the trip, so I said to her, “Wait for me a little, I’ll be there in 30 minutes.” After saying that, I hung up the phone, hurriedly changed into a set of clothes, and took a taxi in the direction of her house.
Along the way trying to remember, that day in the bar lighting is very dark, the specific looks I can not recall, only that pair of eyes let a person at a glance have a kind of inexplicable impulse. I looked at the address, it is the kind of exclusive single-family rich people gathered in the area, it can’t be which family’s young lady, right?
The car stopped in front of a brown house that looked like a garden house, I paid for the car, walked to her door, checked the address on the hand, yes, this is the place. Lifting my hand, I rang the doorbell, and after about 30 seconds, a voice came from inside: “Who is it?”
“It’s me, Ushio.”
With that said the door opened and a cloaked girl in just her pajamas appeared in front of me.
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After coming in, I took a cursory look around, the first floor was the living room and kitchen, the upstairs was probably the dormitory, the whole room gave a cozy feeling under the soft yellowish light.
“Come on, follow me.” After saying that she took my hand and headed upstairs, at the end of the stairs she turned right and pushed open a door, “That’s my room.” She said, and with that she went back down the stairs without caring about me.
The room was a mess, with an easel and scrap paper all over the floor, as if it were a man’s portrait. There was only one bed that hadn’t been folded to make it look like a dorm room, not like a girl’s, let alone one with long hair like hers. The window was wide open, and the wind brought in the rain and coolness from outside, and the curtains flapped in the wind.
“Hi! This is for you.” I turned my head and she was already standing behind me, holding two glasses filled with what looked like wine.
“Thanks!” I said, then took a small sip, and sure enough, it was alcohol, or my favorite whiskey.
“Sit.” She said, then sat herself down on the bed.
I dragged a chair over to sit across from her, “What? Home alone?” I asked.
“Mom’s away on business for about a week or so.” And then nothing more was said.
It was a little cold, I felt, so I said to her, “Close the window, will you?” She looked at me, her lips moved, and she didn’t say anything (I thought, “It’s better to leave it open then”).
I took my jacket off and walked over to drape it over her, when she suddenly grabbed my hand (it was so cold, I could feel it), and the two of us locked gazes, and I felt an expectation in that gaze, so my lips automatically met hers.
(to be continued)