Chapter 4

Alessio cursed his chauffeur Pablo for the flat tire while he was continuously apologizing.

Pablo has been his personal butler since childhood he knew him better than his own mother so he knew Alessio gets annoyed when things are out of order or time.

"Stop the fret, Pablo. Make a call and get me a new car." Alessio ordered him annoyingly.

"Si, Capo!" Pablo spoke as if on auto-mode.

"Bring it on the usual path we take, I'll be having a walk on that road." he stepped out of the door closing it rather forcefully making Pablo shut his mouth if he was going to comment on it.

Pablo was hesitant and confused at this wondering what had made him say this. Since childhood he was never the one to really explore the places or even things he already knew, nevertheless Pablo agreed.

As Alessio walked further down the road he blew a breath to calm him, he was sure it was the same road which had the French Diner.

The cafe that he and his men had the coffee the day before yesterday and whether in his mind he agreed or not but somewhere deep in his mind was that clumsy yet brave girl walking out of the supermarket.

And somewhere deep within him, he wanted to see that weird girl once again. And as the thought crossed his mind he scoffed, thinking why would he want to see her again.

It's probably just he's bored and what better way to enjoy than seeing a fool.

As soon as he finished the lie inside his brain with the word 'fool' he saw that girl far at a flower shop. Wearing a floral ankle length lavender dress with jasmine and lavender stuck beautifully in her lofty raven braided hair, few locks escaping being completely alienated.

What a lavender beauty.

Alessio froze at the thought and denied by repeating it again and again what he said was for the flowers at the shop out displayed not for the lavender girl. And decided to go down the road not stopping at the shop at all or even glancing her way.

Even though he decided he would not go towards her or even glance her way, she was the only thing going on his mind.

He walked wondering, so she works here. A fragile girl works for fragile things. What an irony!

His eyes betrayed him and swipe towards her, just for a peek. He halts when he saw a man who was buying a bouquet. He couldn't see her now.

Seeing the red light he crosses the road in fast strides to walk on the side of the lane in which her shop was present.

Soon the man left giving him a full view of the lavender girl again.

His conscious taunt him for what happened of him not going to her shop let alone glance her way. Ignoring it he believed it was just a time pass until his car arrives.

And soon he was only a few feet away from her and he saw her singing and at that moment he had never resented music or songs that much. And knew for sure his hatred was justified towards music.

"Lavenders green dilly dilly, lavenders blue. If you shall love me then I will love you." Alessio silently snorted first this bad singer then, agreeing to love if someone loves you what happens to the 'An era of free choices and open will'?

You are not bound to love someone who loves you, you can and shall love only who you want to love.

And the cherry on top was the irony of song 'Lavender'! Marvellous!

Lavender girl sings Lavender.

And before his mind could operate or think clearly, he finds himself clearing his throat to not only get her attention but also to stop her from her bad singing.

What was further worse was what happened then. At least in Alessio's opinion.

She turned abruptly jumping upon seeing she had a customer and small white Gardenias, wildflowers in her hands jumped and flew in air it would have been a perfect clique romantic moment if only one ignore her and Alessio's expression the former shocked, bewildered while the latter had his eyes closed lips in straight line as if trying to keep calm.

Which he was.

But that was only true Alessio was well known by people around him and well loved by women for his short temper.

His hands which were once as relaxed as a blowy curtain on a windy day were now in a tight fist resembling that of metamorphic rock.

He opened his wild stormy forest green eyes which were turning an obscure lush green that had an inkling of black, only to be met with appalled amethyst eyes, eyes so significant and colossal, while innocence float in her doe puppy like eyes which had the beast inside him rising from it's deep slumber, cheeks complete red like being present for far too long on a chilly winter night completely rousing the beast and have him craving for more of her.

Her hand flew to her mouth in complete embarrassment not because she saw a complete handsome man covered in white flowers from his coat to dress shirt which had a few sticking in between the tugged buttons to his lightning striking black hair to his shiny-face-cleared shoes on which she wondered if move closer would her face be visible?

For sure, it would be.

But if anything that was funny and would have made her laugh but not now when such a handsome man had heard her singing her bad singing!

What a complete opposite it was, like the ends of magnets his looks were so good while her singing was so bad.

But she frowned thinking that was perhaps a bad comparison.

His jaw clenched he thought this weird lavender girl might be interesting, cause of her folly and weirdnesses and would be a transcendent escape for the time being but she proves him wrong and it had him angrier.

If she does not apologize soon he's going to lose all his cool.

She opened her mouth to speak and Alessio finds himself more interested in hearing her voice than having an apology.

What her voice would be like?

Just like her singing?

He anticipated her first word. But then he snapped mentally what the hell his happening to him!?

He was now again angry, that is if he calmed to start with it.

"Heyy! Venkatesh!" He queried what she just said? The first word and she spoke some foreign language which he doesn't know, strange.

He wished she speak more so he could study her phonics or accent and ascertain from which country does she belong to.

Indeed NYC is a city with great diversity if he doesn't know the language she is speaking, he thought.

But suddenly his eyes widened in realization what if she is speaking in some code language?

What if she works for some organization?

Legal or Illegal?

Some legitimate government secret agency or some underworld Mafia?

If it is he has to take some action and that to fast. He cursed himself how he could be so naiveté and star around as if he is not who he is in factual.

Seeing his widened eyes and the small gritting sounds of his teeth, her hands flew to her mouth both in grasp as she bites her fingers and then whispered yell. "Aiyo! So it's true you are for real.", she spoke frantically as if she herself doesn't believe that it was indeed true.

"Oh, lord! I'm so so very sorry. I just got startled. Please forgive me!!" She spoke hastily as if in big trouble and Alessio realized she was English.

He thought she had an English accent then why did she speak those foreign words?

What do those mean?

While she continued to move her hands from his slick black-n-brown gel-shiny hair to his chiselled sleek more than half visible chest, to the buttons which were more open than closed removing the stuck little Gardenias and Queen Anne,s flowers.

He stood there standing and looking at her. Her small hands did magic to him. What was happening to him was totally confusing he never felt like that ever before. But he stood there getting the feeling that there was something new about this girl.

He didn't resent her touch. Her touch doesn't repulse him as other women's does. He doesn't want to stop her, and touch her just so to get rid of her touches. He wants her to keep touching.

He mentally groaned at her being English. His family hate them so do he. He continued with his thoughts, while she continued to move her hands around his hair and his chest removing the stuck little flowers.

But then he stopped thinking when he saw her removing those flowers so hastily wondering why does her touch felt not so annoying, when other women touch him he doesn't want to be touched. So rather he takes the charge dominating every move. But not with her.

He stood there emotionlessly watching her removing the small delicate flora from him innocence dripping from the very tip of her face. Just like those Gardenias, representing purity and sweetness. He wondered was it really innocence or just pure worry and nervousness of making such an unintentional mistake.

His mind then drifted to another thought just like her hands drifted from his chest to his hair removing those flowers, and he wondered was it really an unintentional mistake or an intentional one? Wanting to touch him even if it is just for once only?

Of course, it was true that not every day a man in an expensive suit or in Armani to be exact, happens to stumble upon a shop as small as hers and that too a flower shop.

He was in complete conflict should he stop this woman from removing these countless amounts of flowers which doesn't happen to get removed ever, like the women in his life always wanting to attach themselves to him.

Or should he enjoy the soft touch of her delicate fingers and the feathery feel of her cottony soft palms? He was in dilemma when he finally managed to grab her black and red woven band bounded wrist, then her other watch bounded wrist.

She stopped too, their gaze met at the same time. Forest green against crystal amethyst. A vibrant clash of hues. A mystic thought against an open book. As if just a tinge of that beautiful rarest of rare violet eyes can turn the whole earth into the Arctic, and one gaze of that dusky viridescent gaze can put the entire world on flames of fire.

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