Chapter # 17

She glanced at him from the corner of her eye and found him still looking at her. Dropping her own gaze to her pasta, she tried not to blush. Going back to arcade had rushed back so memories that for a second, she was overwhelmed by them. Like images rushed past her eyes, she found so many days where she had wasted her father's weekends and money. But she found no sadness in those times. They were a happy time, so was this. As she sat in front of this man, this overly possessive, rude and obnoxious man- she found that just because of his existence in those memories, her right to be sadden was gone. He had always been there, sometimes in background but never for long because he hated not being ignored for too long. His yanks to her hair, tugs to her clothes and pokes on cheeks have left a kind of sweetness in her mind. They were like a scent to those memories. Engulfing her to not forget them, to cherish them and to hold them as close to herself as she did. "What's on your mind, b