Dariya wanted to make references and take note on the Avante garde movements and new styles of art that emerged. 'Isn't Avante Garde and modernism almost similar at the similar period' she wondered. She searched half the library for Avante grade and she couldn't get one. she ended up in the section of romanticism and neo-classism, two opposite ends put together in one place. She saw the collection of John Keats, Byron, Shelly, Wordsworth, and others. She ran her fingers through very old and binded works and took Keats's work. She went through the preface and noted two poems. 'Lamia' and 'Isabella'. Lamia was too long and extended over 35 pages compared to Isabella. 'But already know them,' she told herself reading halfway through 'Isabella'. Someone kept the hands on the shelf from behind Dariya standing only an inch from her taking the book from the top rack of the shelf. For a moment Dariya got scared, but as she got the scent of the cologne, she knew it was Lu Han. She closed her eyes and turned to him "Are we shooting a rom-com movie here?" she asked seeing the way they both were standing.
"Why? Are you being swayed standing close to me?"
"I feel least tempted enough to do something." She snapped back.
He was smiling moving bit closer to her. She took a step back and stood against the bookshelf. She looked around to see if there was someone. But there was none for her relief. "Then why are you avoiding to look at my eyes.?" He questioned him. But she did have some kind of difficulty to face him. She looked into his eyes. He looked serious. She couldn't think of anything else but pinch his cheeks to stop him. "I told you to not cross the line." He twisted in pain trying to escape the hold. "Stop stop stop. I won't," he begged. She released and started to walk away but he held her hands and pulled her back. She didn't expect that and lost her balance. Holding her, he took the Keats' collection from her "Why were you reading this?" he questioned her. "Brandon asked me to." She stopped in the middle, feeling foolish to have spilled the secret. Lu Han waited for her to complete understanding something is wrong. "Brandon?" He raised his brow and stood demanding to know more.
Dariya closed her eyes and exhaled. "Brandon is a guy I know in college." She began to tell the story that happened between the two. "He was okay until he came with me but then he changed. He was like he wouldn't be able to handle me and like it can reach nowhere and stuffs and handed me these poems. He talked weird in the end. Then I walked away." She stopped there purposefully hiding the next thing that she asked him. She didn't wish to share those stolen questions and what she felt with Lu Han the thoughts that occurred to her that time. They walked and reached near the books Dariya was really searching for. She took the Modernism for reference and went to the counter to take them. He listened to the whole story and remained silent. That got Dariya tensed not getting any of his responses. "Hungry?" he asked. "Are you?" she asked him back. "I'm Starving. Feed me. please." He made a tactical move. If not she would have declined to go with him to eat. But instead, now she has agreed to buy him food. "Come." She said as they walked out. They went into McDonald's and ordered a meal each and she ordered for extra fries as usual. 'Still the same.' He thought watching her, looking out to the road as they sat waiting for food. "You didn't ask me how I actually was for the past five years." He spoke softly. She turned to look at him. "You didn't tell me when I asked you what you did too except your work." She replied back and the food came on time. They stopped the conversation and concentrated only on eating.
Spending time together with the person your sure know likes you but you have difficulty in reciprocating that same feeling at first . Have you been there? what do you think of that kind of feeling? Share honestly.
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