LadyMimi

Back then, days were destined to be bad, but for my part, I could swear that I was the one who decided whether the day would be good or bad. I was in a phase where I showed myself to be strong for everything and everyone, but inside I was begging for mercy. I was younger, with soft skin, impeccable hair (although I only started to notice my beauty much later, thus beginning to highlight that beauty), I had some skin problems, but it wasn't something that worried me. I didn't know what flirting was, I didn't know for sure what I liked in someone, but I was prepared for any hint of interest from anyone.

It was the middle of 2017 and I didn't expect anything to happen during this time. I was probably sitting there writing something, the voices of about 30 people echoed inside the room, I was at the front of the room in the middle. I felt the presence of someone new but I didn't raise my head, the room fell silent and I decided to look around me. He was holding some folders, wearing simple clothes as if he wore them every day, about 1.75m tall, pale skin with a light yellowish tan, thin lips, mature skin without very marked facial expressions, slightly gray hair, but nothing stood out more than his blue eyes. At that moment, all the "boys" that I felt the slightest attraction to couldn't hold a candle to that man. I was mesmerized, but I didn't understand what was going on inside me. He came in, introduced himself (for my privacy I will call him Jairo), he had a charming way of speaking, the way he carried himself showed respect and authority (I could feel that the people around me were a little afraid of him because of his air).

The days went by and I noticed certain looks from him, of course not as intense as mine, even though I always disguised myself so he wouldn't notice. I remember one of the girls we were around making her interest very clear (practically throwing her body on top of him). I had never felt jealous before, but seeing it today made me pull my hair out. As I said at the beginning, I didn't pay much attention to my appearance or my style of clothing (of course I wasn't sloppy, but I followed the same standard of care). I didn't pay attention to my body to the point of not realizing that I had enough breasts to fill out a cleavage, drawing even more attention from Jairo.

2017 ended, 2018 arrived and I was dying to see him again. I had a close friend who knew everything that was going on and fed every fanfic in my head, she was my living diary. The long-awaited moment arrived again, he appeared at the door even grayer, now wearing glasses that HONESTLY, WHAT A MAN. Months went by, always with those looks and conversations about work. I remember having a meeting between April and May, there were always few people who attended and he was the one responsible for organizing this meeting. I had to take my cousin with me, thank God he stayed quiet, he brought a Transformers toy car etc... At the end of the meeting everyone was leaving the room and he decided to call my nephew showing interest in the toy, he said he had one and asked if there were more, the little boy showed what the toy did, he asked if I was okay and that we would see each other next time.

A few days passed and we returned to work. I arrived, talked to my friend and soon it was time to go to our classrooms. We were the first ones in and as I walked past the first classroom I saw Jairo sitting at the table writing. I asked my friend to wait and decided to go in to ask if he was going to come by my classroom that day. The classroom was empty, as were the hallways (only my friend was outside). When I got closer he smiled. As soon as I got close to the table he grabbed my hand and gave it a big kiss (I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT LEGS WERE, they fell asleep in an instant). "Hi, honey, what happened?" he said, staring at me with those blue eyes hidden behind the lenses of his glasses, while he held my hand with both of his and carefully caressed the place he had kissed. I asked my question a little weakly with that attitude. He didn't look away for a second as he said, "I honestly don't know, but it's probably true, I think so." I wanted to stay in that place for hours, but some people started coming in and in a moment of distraction he let go of my hand and went back to his papers. I turned around with a stiff hand and walked quickly towards the door. My friend, who didn't think he was all that, made a disgusted face when I told her what had happened.