See part 1 here:
On a random cloudy day, she stumbles into a four-piece-mahogany-imitation-dining-table that she had badly wanted to buy.
Some banter with the uniformed sales guy, before noticing how attentive he was, and she starts thinking hmm. . . he’s sort of good looking, maybe two years older, and darn, he’s smart! What he’s even doing in a furniture shop???
She’s not so keen and lets it slide.
But when she finds out he owns the shop, she hopes they will exchange numbers somehow; not because she’s that easily impressed but she figures there’s got to be something special about such a guy.
It’s time to haul her stuff into a hired Hilux waiting outside/
It’s time to offload/
Mr. handsome his boys are doing the heavy lifting to her corridor. Those arms though. .
A fortnight later, he wants to coffee.
Turns out he’s the smooth kind, and has a way of listening, throwing in just the right uhhms and oohs, nodding, shaking his head this way, as the conversation flows. Oh he’s staring into her eyes like they’re the best he’s ever seen.
Eva finds a second coffee too tempting to resist, then fourth and a fifth;
they’re getting more elaborate now. The sixth for instance is dinner at her house. Oh look, now they’re feeding from each other’s spoons, she’s giggling. . she had waited for so long to feel this way again!
The guy has no qualms helping out with the dishes, fixing a dozen tasty meals several dates later.
Now she knows this one is here to stay, and she lets her innocence go yet again.
Then he’s suddenly busy /
now he’s always meeting up with the boys /
their movie nights, dinners all replaced by a thread on Whatsapp, while the strings of her own heart are precariously stretched, parched, aching to feel in-love again if only for one more minute.
But it never comes/
it’s all too familiar, she knows she has to wake up from the reverie/
and start over. Again. Yet again.