"Oh, I'm extremely sorry" I say hastily.

"I know it's inappropriate but you looked like you needed it. First time?" He asks with a gruff voice, but still somehow manages to sound gentle.

So I didn't grab his hand. I'm still in my senses then. "Thanks for being considerate. Yes, it's my first time."

I'm not much of a talker so I only answer his questions.

"Is there something wrong? You don't look good from the time I saw you first." I think this is the first time I'm seeing him properly. Kind of a tall guy but not too tall. Broad shoulders. Muscles that fit perfectly in his white shirt. A mess of golden-blonde hair. Sea salt blue eyes. It's easier than breathing to fall into those gorgeous ocean eyes.

I'm not that kind of girl who looks for romance but I admire beauty when I find it. And this guy is the best of 'em all.

"Uh... It's ok if you don't want to tell." I'm pulled back to the present by his voice. Yep he asked me a question.

"It's not like that... " I've never had anyone to talk to about my feelings or my problems. I mostly push people away because they'll hurt me anyways or don't share anything because it'll make me feel vulnerable.

But this guy has something that makes me feel comfortable. Like I'm in a safe space.

This is probably gonna be the last time I'm seeing him. Guess there's nothing wrong in using a stranger to put down the weight from my heavy heart.

I take a deep breath. I don't know where to start.