Leandro’s P.O.V.
“Miss, I’m so sorry.” I apologized. I reached out to her and immediately offered her my handkerchief. I always put perfumes all over my hanky to make sure it would smell good.
God, she looks more exquisite up close! My brain could not help but shriek. My heart started beating faster because, at this moment, I just wanted to press my lips on hers.
She did not speak. She looked at me for a second, but it was obvious that she was just holding herself back from getting angry. Instead of accepting my hanky, she opened her bag, picked what I thought were tissues, and turned around while wiping the wet part of her chest. Then, she began to walk away.
“Miss, you were drenched. Are you sure you want to go home like that? You know what, I can offer you a ride. I can even take you home if you would let me,” I chased after her. My red sports car was only parked nearby so I could take her to their house anytime soon.
I did not want to give up. If she was a man-hater, then I would make sure that she would still talk to me in any way possible.
She remained as tight-lipped as ever and just continued to walk straight, following the course where jeepneys and other public transportations were piled up.
Woah! This is what I want… someone who would like to be chased around. Challenging!
So, I followed her and walked beside her. “Miss… I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean what happened. By the way, I’m Leand,” I introduced myself using my nickname because Leand sounded a bit like Diane. See the resemblance? Well, that was what I called Leandro’s moves! I extended my right hand to her.
Alright! This will be our start, Diane. I would be the happiest man on earth if I could hold your hand even just for a second.
Diane stopped walking before she threw me a bored and irritated look. Her face was neutral, and I couldn’t see any excitement in her expression. Wasn’t she happy to see a strikingly handsome guy in front of her?
She did not even lend time to glance over my hand that wanted to shake hands with her. It just became exhausted from waiting for her to accept it when I guessed I no longer had the chance in the first place.
“I am not asking for your name, dude. Apology accepted, okay? Now, get out of my way if you don’t want me to report you to the police officer over there, that you are a good-for-nothing type of stalker! Do you want that?” She gritted her teeth towards me while pointing at the policeman a few meters away.
Surprised by what she told me, I blinked my eyes because I could not believe her. She was unquestionably fierce and cranky. Because of that, I wasn’t able to speak as if my overconfidence suddenly left me… it became gradually low.
I felt guilty because her accusations against me being a stalker were true. But by correcting it furthermore, I would tell her that I was her handsome stalker! Yes, she forgot the word handsome here that should always be stuck with me.
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