The Dorian Encounter: First Day

I am technically lost when I saw him. I did not want to but he willfully insisted that he picks me up at the airport. I politely declined several times. He did not give up. I am expecting my driver to pick me up but it was him who stepped down of the car. I hate it. He's getting into my nerves again.

I can't deny it. I think I am happy to see him after a long time. He grew taller or so he seems. He is more handsome than I last remembered him. I think he is at his best.

He flashed his killer smile when he saw me at the arrival area. He ran towards me and welcomed me with a hug and "How are you, buddy?"

I don't know what to do. I don't know what to say. His power over me grows stronger yet. Politely, I said, "I am perfectly all right; and you?"

He picked up my luggage and we hurried to my car. The first 10 minutes of the trip was silent. I pretended to be dizzy and sleepy. He's stealing some glances, I think. Or maybe just looking at the side mirror.

He drives me to my house. I am terribly avoiding him to go inside the house so I just called my house help to pick up my luggage and we proceeded to the office. I again pretend that I am busy that day. But he was so patient being my driver on that day.

At the end of the day, we had dinner in Cyma and grabbed some wine in Bacardi (the place is nice).

I'm waiting for a elegant exit. So I figured out to call my driver and drive Dorian to his parents' house. He agreed.

Well most of the time we had, we spent catching up on things we miss. Stories. What life has been. Travel. Nothing more. It was fun. Though I was really tensed the entire day.

But oh well! I have handled it the corporate way. And I was cool at that.

But I don't know what will happen the next fifteen days....

I terribly miss him. But now, I know where to stand.