"Can you read me?"

Oleh: Astari Indahingtyas (@astarindah)
Blog: http://astarindah.tumlbr.com

This one fine man has been around for a while. He comes to my workplace for many meetings with my boss. I was once introduced to him and I don't think he paid much attention to me. Who would anyway? I'm not on the managerial level or anything.

To be honest, I'd love to be with him. I feel the adrenaline rush because trying to get closer to this man is like gambling. If it was a game of poker, I'll raise as high and hit.

With a little luck and intuition, I saw him on a lounge. I came up to him and said, "Hey, I'm Kirana. You're Keenan, right?" He nodded with a confused look. Without further question from his side, I explained, "You always come to meet Mr.Brown, my boss." Then he turned out to be more friendly. We talked for a while and I felt something. It was my cue to start playing the cards and try to hook him so I'll be able to play with card on his heart. The music was a perfect one to dance to so I excused myself then off to the dance floor. I moved and grooved with the music for that one song. I came back to where I was with Keenan and he asked, "Where do you learn to dance?" I just put on a nice smile. He continued, "Can I have your number?" Yeay! Got him! Then we exchanged number and I left.

Just a day after, I got this text on my phone, "How are you? Hope to see you again, soon." It is fun to play hard to get for a while. Love is never easy, right? So that was what I did. He kept texting and I kept him wondering before I'll show him what I got.

Then I wanted to go out with him so I asked him. He agreed and I really hope to be a strong pair when I'm with him. It was a great first date but I put on my pokerface. He isn't allowed to read my mind too soon.

He called and said, "It was a great night with you. I have a meeting on Tuesday morning with Mr.Brown at your office. Do you mind having lunch with me?" I said that I didn't mind.

When he came in the office, he gave me his best smile. Dear God, who wouldn't melt with that kind of smile? Good thing I was still able to put on my pokerface.

Then it was the lunch date. Gosh! He was even nicer than the previous date. He even flirted. Whatever his game plan is, I'll play along.

We get closer each day, we see each other more often. Even if I know he's the reason I smile all the time, I can't tell him the three words-eight letters sentence yet. I want to proof it myself that he won't chicken out in a relation. So...can you read me?