ENZO
Rosalia
He is more than good looking in person. He is one of those guys you meet and you swoon even though they tell you he is a bad person.
As I was about to dive into my car, it’s like Mrs Steelheart ‘spider’ senses were tingled and she immediately turned to me. “Hey Rosalia. Come here. Come and meet my son. You were a good girl today so I guess you can meet a family member of mine.”
I shake my head a little before dumping my bag into my car. Then I sauntered over to them with as much grace as I could carry.
Mrs Steelheart smiles as I draw close. “Rosalia, meet my son Enzo. Enzo meet Rosalia, my assistant.” she said, making introductions.
We both shook hands because that seemed like the appropriate thing to do. His hand covered mine, like there was almost no part of my stretched hand left. He was taller than me but not in such a way that I have to break my neck while looking at him. I cannot wait to tell Viviana all about him later today.
“You might be the prettiest teacher I’ve ever seen. How are the children coping during classes?” He teases, his pearly white teeth showing. Oh boy, are my ovaries somersaulting or what?
That wasn’t a tease… he’s trying to flirt with me. Right before his mother! But it isn’t like I mind though, especially since Mrs Steelheart’s face is still plastered with a smile. She makes a quick excuse of forgetting something in the building, thereby leaving me and her son alone as I blush half my senses away. Though a part of me in fact doubts that she forgot anything at all.
“They are children, trust me they don’t care about subjects such as beauty and whatnot.” I reply.
He chuckled lightly. “Well I guess so. But there is this universal truth that children will never the give the wrong compliments to anyone. They are simply lethal and brutal with their words when it comes to appearances. If you’re as round as a house and you’re trying to convince yourself that you’re exaggerating, ask a child. They would kill what’s left of your confidence and say you look like all the balloons in the world blown and added together.”
I laugh because it’s so true. Children have zero filters over their mouths and sometimes it’s good it’s that way.
Their nature makes them that way up until the time the evil and badness of this world begins to seep into them and have an impact on their lives.
As I come down from the high of mirth , I notice a car from the corner of my eyes. It is down the street but I had an inkling that I saw it this morning. Maybe along the road or something.
“Hey, what has your attention? I thought I had it all.” Enzo says. Oh I got carried away. I turn back to him, bringing his attention back to me.
“Calm yourself fine man. It will take a lot before you can get all of my attention.” I quipped.
One of his eyebrows arched as a smile danced on his lips.
“A challenge? I like that. I’ll be around for a while as I have just recently taken leave from years of work. And I’m planning to use every good second of it. I think I’ve seen where to invest those seconds.”
“I hope it works out for you” I say as Mrs Steelheart walks out from the building. There is nothing in her hands. At least she could have pretended to take a book or something and not make it obviously obvious that the only reason she went back in was to give us some time alone. I don’t know her reason for trying to pitch her son to me, but he’s good looking and so far out vibes have been immaculate. Maybe if he plays his cards right, things might work out.
“I have to get going now. My friend must be waiting for me.” I say a little regretfully.
“Sure, I also have to take my mom to this great sushi place that just opened. I hope I can take you there sometime…” he stutters over the last word.
“Can I get your phone number?”
I nod because why not? It isn’t like I have seen any guy recently who I can converse with for two full minutes without interjecting something that will make me think of revisiting my choice of career. A serial killer as a full time job doesn’t sound so bad.
Because most of them are narcissists and live their lives by bringing others down and think women were created to serve them. This looks far fetched but I swear I remember one telling me those exact words. Enzo and I exchange contacts and then I bid Mrs Steelheart and her fine son bye before diving into my car.