**ROSEANA**
I couldn't help but notice two sets of eyes on me. Even though I have my back turned to them, I can feel the intensity of their stare. Maybe my back would have burned if there had been a laser beam shooting out their eyes.
I tried to ignore the peering eyes. I pretended I wasn't aware, even though I wanted to be swallowed by the ground because I was so ashamed. I put my attention on choosing the vegetables to buy instead as if there is so much entertainment in choosing fresh vegetables.
We are at the department store. My mind is so disorganized that I have no idea how I got here. I'm not even going to get into how traumatic and awkward the ride to the mall is. The amount of silence between the three of us was beyond my comprehension.
Martinez's odd looks at me are driving me nuts. The man appeared to be annoying me.
I shook my head, attempting to shake the thought from my mind. I told myself, "Do yourself a favor, Roseana, and forget what happened." I took a deep breath and filled my lungs with air. It was my way of de-stressing.
"Oh, my gosh! He's so handsome, sis!"
I was standing nearby when I heard the faint shrieks of two women. I've been observing them for a while now because they keep moving around and can't stay in one place. The way they move and twist makes them look like worms covered in salt. They behave as if they are teens peering into their crush.
"Yeah! Especially the one wearing khaki shorts and a muscle tee! Oh my gosh! Just look at those biceps, girl!" yelled a woman wearing very short shorts, which barely covered what had to be covered.
The woman next to her, who was dressed in a black crop top, smiled. The two women appear to be on the verge of passing out with so much happiness.
The girl in the crop top pretended to gasp. She intentionally covered her lips with her palm and looked at her friend. "I like the man in khaki shorts as well, but since you're my best friend, I'll give him to you; his companion in office attire is also handsome," the girl explained.
"To be fair, they did look loaded," the woman remarked. What are these two about? Even I, who was just listening to what they were talking about, became intrigued.
I began by placing the cabbage I had chosen in my trolley. I cast a glance toward the two women. I looked around to see whether they were staring at me. When I noticed that the two girls were not paying attention to me, I discreetly smiled. Even if I dance like a fool here, they might not see me since their attention is focused on what they are looking at, which, based on the talk I overheard, is a man.
What exactly am I doing? I think I was too moved by what had happened earlier to listen to other people's talks to distract myself from thinking about Damon and me kissing.
I turned to see where they were gazing in the most natural way possible. When I turned around, my gaze was drawn to Damon's deep black orbs. I can't help but furrow my brow.
Are these two women addressing them?
Damon is currently dressed in khaki shorts and a white muscle top. Martinez is dressed in white long-sleeve and black slacks, which I noticed just now.
My frown increased when I heard the laughter of the two women next to me, who sounded tickled by how they laughed even though they were not.
The woman yelled, "Girl, the man is looking at us!" Her friend concurred.
I was about to interrupt their talk and explain that Damon was staring at me rather than at them, but I restrained myself. I kept my mouth shut.
"Should I ask him for his phone number? I think he likes us too."
"That's a good idea; ask for his friend's phone number for me. I think I'm going to pee myself with the stairs he's giving us."
"I will gladly submit myself if someone likes me as handsome as he is," the woman said, followed by an irritating laugh. What I heard almost made my ears quiver. Their laughing makes my blood boil.
"That's a vibe!"
I didn't know who was speaking. I didn't bother looking to see who it was. I'm too irritated to look at them.
I couldn't see my face, but I knew my face looked angry. What these two women are saying upsets me. They didn't mention anything negative aside from the fact that they are willing to devote themselves to the two, so I'm not sure why I'm angry.
It irritated me even more when I observed that the two women standing next to me were not the only ones staring at Damon. Almost everyone, especially women, looked in their direction.
If I had known this was going to happen, I would have gone grocery shopping alone. I should've let him stay at home.
Damon's brow furrowed when he observed my irritated face. He handed Marquez the item he was carrying. The latter was taken aback by the unexpected sensation of box grapes in his gut.
"He's walking towards us! Push me closer to him when he's near me, okay?" one of the girls said.
I couldn't take my gaze away from them. How can they be so brazen? Their actions and words are harmful to the eyes and hearing. They irritate my eyes. The way they talk irks me, as do their giggles, which sound like squeaky shoes.
Do they not realize that the person they were fantasizing about is already married? I mean, it's okay if they like Damon. Nothing is wrong with that. People who saw Damon are aware that he is extremely gorgeous. You don't have to think long to recognize that my husband is more attractive than other men. But liking him? That seems excessive to me.
'What bothers you about that, Roseana?' my mind retorted.
'I'm bothered because I knew Damon. He'll get annoyed if these gals bug him. After all, they're not his type,' I reasoned. I feel like a moron conversing with my mind.
'What then is it to you? Why are you upset with women who are drawn to him? '
'Because they're bothersome? 'I'm not sure what's going on in my head to keep battling with me.
'Is that true? Or are you just thinking up reasons to hide your jealousy? '
"What happened?" I didn't notice Damon approaching me. His gaze was drawn to mine.
When I looked over to the women near me, they were almost salivating at Damon. Their expressions couldn't pull their gaze away from the man in front of me. Damon appears to be unaware of his surroundings. As he waited for my response, his eyes looked at me innocently.
He must have had so many of these experiences that he stopped counting. Perhaps he is always the center of attention for women. That thought irritated me even more.
My quick answer to him was "Nothing." I turned away from him.