Your Girl a-syla

Published: March 3, 2020

The bass pounds my heart like a Taiko Master thumping his instrument passionately along with a melody that drifts me away to paradise. Flickering lights add to the good vibrations and indeed, it’s a good Friday night. “Why are you alone?” I turned around and saw a man in his 20s looking at me like I’m someone he knew. He is more than five feet tall and dresses like Peter Kavinsky (gosh I love him so much). His hair is dark brown close to black and it suits him well. His face is clean, newly shaved kind of clean. His eyes are brown and it speaks to me like it wants to be with all night long. “Why do you care?” I turned again and took a sip on my drink and acted like he doesn’t exist. He jumped in front of me and gave me a Cheshire Cat smile. 

“Hello, I asked you a question. Wouldn’t it be impolite if you answer with a question?”

“Hi, first, I don’t know you. Second, I don’t care, and third, back off.” I said savagely. “Woah! I’m sorry little miss fierce. I’m just trying to be friends with you.” He sits on a chair inches away from me. “You know, you caught my attention from afar. It seems like you enjoy this kind of music.” I can feel my heart on my chest and I’m at the edge of my seat. There is something in him that I’m beginning to like and I wish I can know him better.  I’m startled and it looks like he has been looking at me for quite some time. “How can you say that?” I sip from my drink again. 

“Your body language.” Silence filled our space and it feels like we are not surrounded by loud people enjoying the resounding music. Suddenly, I got conscious of my movements and started to just nod my head as I allowed the music to sink in. He looks at me as the colourful lights touch his skin which makes him look more alive.

My body becomes stiff as he approaches me. I can feel my body burn as his lips are an inch closer to my ears.