It was a matter of telling him to postpone the hangout he asked because the sun was already starting to set yet I haven't prepped myself, not even a single strand of hair and some running out of clothes problem; or just go later and be cool about everything.

My daily dose of seeing him has been satisfied, however, my daily dose of being in close proximity with him or just seeing his presence for a good hour or more hasn't been yet.

But, the more that I don't get to see him, the more I'll less likely to not fall for him even more, it would lessen the pain, the heartbreak and the time that I will think about him crying when I'll have to go back to my country which is at a high percent inevitable.

Unless, like I had said, if ditching my job to live with him here won't require me to become even more broke, I would willingly do it.

And that second 'if' too. . if only I was more assured of what we truly were. .

I gave myself even more reasons on that matter, I tried to make myself believe that I have just been enjoying myself quite too much, and yet. . .

"Hi.", I greeted him, more sounding like a whisper.

Vernon was wordless for a good amount of time. His lips would open, only for it to shut close again after he seems to not find any phrases to say. His eyes would just look at me, and down but still on me, and I swear, I never failed to see how his eyes never looked elsewhere.

"Is this too formal?", I asked, looking down at the black dress that lengthed a few inches above my knees, that I was on, I reckoned that it was because of it that he couldn't seem to say anything. "I ran out of casual-not-a-dress outfit and this was the only thing that—"

He cuts me off. "You look. .", He paused, and gazed at me from the end of my dress, back up to meet my eyes again. " . . amazing. It looks great on you, Liv."

My chest could almost rip open by how my heart was pounding against it. He made my heart rate rise in an instant with only his words, and his stares, and the sincerity in his voice, and his face, and his presence, and his hazel eyes, and his smile, and the way he says my name at the last part of his sentence.

"Thank you. I was so close to excusing myself from this hangout because of this.", I fidgeted the lower parts of my dress.

"Believe me, everything in this date has been topped because of what you're on right now.", He held out a hand infront of me.

I could feel my heart doing a cartwheel inside my chest, because, for pete's sake, he was so good with his words.

I gave him a smile, and I know for a fact that it came out shy, as I also held out my hand to receive his.

Everything seemed too good to be true, and the haze effect that the night gives added up. I wanted to snap myself awake to feel even more reality, yet, at the same time, I'd rather stay dreaming and remain in the vague state of everything.

While we were on the lift, I took a few seconds to glance at his face from the side. He sure was attractive, however, I was more on stuck on the thought about what could be inside his mind at the moment, a few minutes after this and the rest, and eversince we met.

I was wondering of how he thinks of me. Are we thinking mostly the same things? Or his thoughts are completely different from mine?

I wish I could know a fragment of his mind, his insights, maybe then, things would be be much easier, and there'll be less things to think about.

I shifted my attention to him when he appeared to be in frantic, brushing his palms against his pockets and would shove his hands inside them, seemingly looking for something.

We were already at a good distance from the hotel building, and the park had two times of a distance from the said distance of the hotel building from where we standing.

"I must've left it somewhere inside. .", He whispered to himself, but it was loud enough for me to perceive.

"What did you leave behind?", I asked him, and almost in an instant, he glanced up to look at me.

He looked hesitant, as if he had never meant to tell me anything about the thing that he must've left, nor even intending to make it so obvious that he was looking for something a second ago.

"Is it alright if we go back to the building?", He asked, still contemplating wether he really should've have had. "I forgot something really important. .", He added.

"Yes, of course. We still have a handful of time."

His face somehow loosened its tense, now a smile formed on his face. "I promise I'll make it quick."

I nodded at him with a pursing smile. "I can wait."

We walked back to fill the tracks we left, going back to the hotel building to get that 'important' thing. After wondering and wondering about so many things relating to him alone, now I'm thinking about what that 'important' thing could be, and it's still related to him.

As soon as we went inside the building through the made of glass door, I instantly halted when I saw how Vernon did. . the moment. . he saw someone.

He stared into the lady walking at the opposite direction from us, possibly was about to go outside but stopped as well when he saw Vernon, and only him.

He muttered something, a word I could make out as a name but his voice was too low for me to hear it clearly.

While her, the lady, said his name, almost too clearly that it seemed so unrealistic. "Vernon. .", She said, with so much emotion, and the things I was sure of was a few of them were missing and desperate searching.

And at that very moment when she uttered his name, at the time when I got to look at her more, I realized that she was someone I had already met — the lady from yesterday whom I accidentally bumped into.

I didn't want to judge her the first time I met her so I left without registering to myself how gorgeous and how so lady-like she was.

"What. . what are you doing here?", Vernon asked her, and I couldn't help but to look at him, bewildered by how cold his voice sounded. Hearing that tone from him was a first.

"Vernon. .", She called for his name again, now with even more deep feelings. By the looks of her face, I could tell by how hurt she was. "I. . I was looking for you, and Sean told me this is the hotel that you're staying at."

"Why are you here?", He rephrased his last sentence, but it still meant and sounded the same thing. I almost wanted to tell him that he should be more softer with his voice, but I didn't want to interfere. I didn't even know what was between them and why they were like that.

She started taking steps towards Vernon, reached out her hand and held Vernon's hand, but as baffling as everything else that was happening at the moment, Vernon yanked her hand away and held mine.

That gesture of him completely stunned her, and only then had she realized my presence. She looked at me, intently, but her eyes was still devastated and broken.

She diverted her attention to Vernon, her eyes pleading. "I came here for you.", She said, already chocking up, tears filling her eyes.

I took a moment to look at Vernon, and to her and back to Vernon again.

The way she said it, it sounded like they were more than strangers, or friends or even really close friends. It almost sounded as if they had something between them in the past.