“Ok”, she says completely confused by what I’m doing standing in front of her door.
Baby if you think you are confused then you have no idea how confused I am. I was supposed to be watching. Somehow my legs betrayed me by walking over here. Then my fucking hands took on a life of their own and banged the door. When my fucking body finally rendered me back some control, it was too late. Here I am
I rub the back of my neck uncomfortably and offer a smile.
What do I say now? Think you idiot
“I was hoping to speak to you.” I say hoping she will fill in the blank when it comes to her name though I already know it. I can’t let her know that I have been stalking her just yet.
“Malaya”, she relieves me of that burden.
“Malaya”, I say repeating it.
Now she’s looking at me like I’m completely mad
“Yeah Malaya there’s something I wanna talk to you about but I was hoping that you would let me in.” Great now I’m really sounding like an insane person. She doesn’t know me. I wouldn't blame the girl if she calls the cops on me.
She looks at the floor like I’ve seen her do whenever she speaks to another person. She is so shy it just adds to her attractiveness. She chews on her bottom lip, probably contemplating if it’s safe to allow this insane person into her house.