Capítulo 7: Unexpected Curiosity
the late night programmes in the radio were all about the old melodies, which were perfect to set the mood for something that was ancient. Without even realising it herself, Evelyn had started twirling with the melody of the song and lost herself into baking a miniature version of the Royalty cake.
He took another step, in front of him was an old half renovated cafe, the interiors of which seemed to be from another age, there was a young girl, humming along the song, her sleek body moving gracefully with the melody.
She is baking, isn't she? And yet she looked so passionate and happy.Like a master painter breathing life in her canvas, or a symphonist playing her piece, oblivious to the profanity of the world.
Contrary to the dispassionate expressions he was accustomed to at his corporation, masked faces with fake smiles, this was like a breeze of freshness, a workspace with happiness? Anastasio found it to be a laughable idea; but why was he unable to tear away from this sight? When was the last time Anastasio had watched someone, doing something mundane with such curiosity? Well flashes of images from the past suddenly appeared, which Sio had deliberately blurred, with all his will and might he shook his head it was unlikely of him to lose his reins. Why would he even think about that darkness all of a sudden. He hated that he had still remembered those days.
Anastasio didn't even realise when he had strolled across the street from where he had been right at the door of the cafe watching this sight which looked like an ancient painting.
"So, you aren't that heartless after all Sio." Edmon was panting; he hung his arm around his Sio's shoulder. "I had been searching for you and here you are right in front of this cafe."
"I didn't want a skirt chaser to tag along with me." Sio shrugged, but Edmon who knew him well didn't seem mind at all, he was accustomed to Sio's coldness which was like an iron shield protecting a wounded soul.
"Now now... you know I am immune to your cold attacks, for I know your love for me is eternal your grace, you are here to get me a lemonade right? I need it so bad." Edmon was back to enacting the role of a young maid, with whom the Duke of the Northern frontier was having a promiscuous relationship, it was his favourite plot to tease his friend.
Anastasio knew very well, it was Edmon's way of teasing him and also getting his own share of pampering from him. At other times her would have simply shrugged and walked off coldly. However it didn't seem to be a bad idea to get a closer look into this cafe which has fanned his interest. There must be something about the air of Mignos, which awakens a carefree young boy, who used laugh a lot, who was happy, and who had a warm, tender heart. At this moment, he didn’t feel encumbered by the weight of Anastasio Faunoa, he was just Sio; there was no other way to explain why he was exploring a café at midnight, or getting curious about a stranger town girl.
Edmon didn't wait for Anastasio’s response, lest the cold hearted CEO changed his mind.
"Are you still open Miss?"
The unexpected knock at the door startled Evelyn.
Anastasio was taking a final look around the cafe reluctantly, when he noticed being dragged inside the cafe by Edmon, the sudden tug made Sio stagger for a moment and he almost huddled inside, which made his hood fall off revealing his handsome face.
“Eddie you…” he was about to cuss him, when a pair of flat pumps hurried towards them, Anastasio looked up, in the flash of a moment his eyes met a pair of large greyish blue eyes, open wide, gazing at them with distinct amazement, she blinked a couple of times seemingly at daze at the sudden appearance of unexpected guests at such an odd hour.
Anastasio wasn't a horn dog to ogle at a girl. Rather, he was used to female attention which he was already immune to. All his life he had seen enough beauties,who had fallen for him, just pretty faces, jumping into the opportunities to close to him, all for money, power and position, they would try to seduce him, get closer with him, for what he was, not who he really was, only to get their hearts broken as he would decline them, or ignore them to the extent of invisibility. Wherever he would go, women would stalk him; try to approach him which was stifling. "I love you." They would use such words accompanied by their tears as fake as their feelings.
Love was never something that had appealed to him. To him, dating and marriage were just another impediment along his path. None could appeal to him; none could stop him from walking away. Sometimes Sio wondered if he had a heart at all? However, sight in front of him was one of a kind, at this moment, the girl who was in front of him wasn’t like any of those women, with her sleeves rolled up, she was wearing a plain yellow skirt, a pink faded apron, her hair was messed up tied into a bun, remnants of flour imprinted here and there on her forehead, cheeks and nose. Had he ever noticed any female in such detailed manner ever? What was wrong with him?
To his own surprise an amused grin lifted the corners of his lips, which made her even more surprised. Sio had no idea how the willful devil in him that had been put to deep slumber several years back would be awakened in such an unexpected way.
The perfect stranger with his outlandish countenance stunned Evelyn, ‘why is he staring at me with such an unnecessarily amused face? Did he just catch me dancing like a mad-head? I hope that’s not the case’ Evelyn wondered, ‘what else could be the reason? Or probably, he must be a crack-head. What if he is a pervert? How outrageous!’ Evelyn wanted to roll her eyes and smack him on his head for smirking at her, but he was a customer and she had learnt from her father to be most tolerant and amicable with the customers.
“They would visit again, only if you treat the well.” That’s what he would remind her always.
She looked at the men standing in front of her once again, especially this man with whom her eyes had been locked. There was no doubt that he was blessed with godly features, even the word perfect wasn't enough to describe this exceptionally good looking man, he was the owner of an excellent visage, a broad physique, muscular shoulders, flat torso, long legs and arms which made him appear even taller. He was the likes of a model from a magazine; the kinds the girls from her school would leer and drool about. Dressed in black hooded jacket and grey denims, he was a stunningly gorgeous man, Evelyn would definitely give him that, however, there was a coldness and arrogance about his aura which made him stand out way too much. It would be such a waste if he would be a head case or a sicko.
Unlike him, his companion, although the owner of a handsome face looked haggard and uneasy; his expensive formal attire was crumpled, however, he still had a warm and friendly smile, which made him seem approachable, contrary to a certain someone beside him. They weren't locals, but they didn't look like tourists either, because it was extremely rare for outsiders to come at this corner of the market late at night.
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