“I will, Sir. Thank you,” I assured, clutching the book tightly against me as he nodded.
“Have a good day, Ms. Hanan,” he bid before stepping into the hallway.
“You too, Sir.” A smile automatically crossed my lips as he walked away, leaving me with a strange fluttering sensation lingering in my chest.
“Will that be all for today, Ms Hanan?” the librarian inquired politely as I returned the borrowed book to the library counter.
“Yes, thank you,” I replied with a smile and turned around to leave only to remember something I needed.
“There actually is something I needed help with. I'm looking for ‘The Anxiety of Influence’ by Harold Bloom,” I asked.
“Of course. We have the book. It’s in the literature criticism section, aisle three, third shelf from the top,” the librarian directed, her tone helpful as I set off to locate the book.
Navigating through the shelves, I traced the spine labels, scanning each row for the sought-after title. Finally, I spotted it, neatly nestled between other critical works. The book perched tantalizingly atop the highest shelf, just beyond the tips of my fingers. Stretching, straining, I teetered on tiptoes, desperate to grasp it. My pulse quickened, the struggle intensifying, until a sudden yet familiar presence behind me infused warmth into the air, sending an unexpected shiver down my spine. His intoxicating scent, rich and alluring, like the earth after rain, enveloped me, momentarily distracting my quest. My heart quickened, recognizing him without needing to turn. He effortlessly retrieved the book and stepped back, allowing space for me to gather the courage to face him.
“Thank you,” I uttered, extending my arm to claim the book, but Izan merely arched a brow.
“I'll take the book now,” I repeated, met by his lingering silence. With determination, I reached for the book, but he held it up in the air, a playful challenge in his eyes.
“I was getting the book for myself,” he calmly stated, but it didn’t take much for me to notice the amusement dancing in his gaze.
“But I need the book!” I pleaded, urgency in my voice.
“I got it first,” he countered, maintaining his calm composure.
“I was reaching for it first!” I argued, frustration seeping into my tone.
“But you didn't quite get it first, did you?” He teased.
“But I got to it first!” Frustration tinged my voice as I reached for the book, yet he hoisted it higher, prompting me to leap in vain. In my irritation, I momentarily forgot our surroundings—a public library—and his status as my professor!
“Fine. I'll give you the book,” his chest rumbled with a barely audible chuckle. “But what will I get in return for giving it up?”
“Huh?” I responded, thoroughly bewildered.
“First I helped you find the book you lost. Now I need this book as much as you do. So, what is your offering in exchange?” he prodded.
“What do you want?” I queried, tilting my head.
“A nice coffee and snack,” he replied, a slight tilt to his head.
I furrowed my brows, considering my options. “Okay, deal,” I agreed, reaching for the book. Yet, he retracted it.
“And I want you to return this in one week.”
“I'll return it in three days.”
“But how do I know you'll keep your word?” he questioned, a raised brow meeting my confused stare.
He pondered for a moment, tapping his chin before directing his gaze down at me. “Let me record your offerings and give me your number, so I can arrange my meal at a convenient time.”
I blinked in disbelief, realizing the lengths I was going for a mere book. “Fine,” I relented with a sigh, and he retrieved his phone from his pocket, extending it toward me. After I typed it my number, he saved it, then activated a voice recorder, positioning it in front of me.
“Please state your full name and your promise,” he requested.
I sighed and began, my voice clear and determined. “I, Mira Hanan, solemnly promise to return ‘The Anxiety of Influence’ by Harold Bloom within three days. Furthermore, I vow to treat Mr. Izan Dejanovic to a delightful coffee and snack of his choice as a token of appreciation for his assistance in retrieving and relinquishing the book.”
It was a lazy Saturday, and I found myself engrossed in a conversation with Zoe over the phone. She was still grilling me for being late to our café meet-up earlier in that week when I had stumbled into Izan. Luca was quick to brush it off but Zoe, well, she is Zoe.“Are you certain you will be able to make it tonight?” Zoe’s voice rang with a hint of exasperation, the question feeling all too familiar.It was a lazy Saturday, and I found myself engrossed in a conversation with Zoe over the phone. She was still grilling me for being late to our café meet-up earlier in that week when I had stumbled into Izan. Luca was quick to brush it off but Zoe, well, she is Zoe.“Are you certain you will be able to make it tonight?” Zoe’s voice rang with a hint of exasperation, the question feeling all too familiar.“Yeah, yeah,” I sighed, a twinge of guilt in my voice. “I just need to find something to wear for your party.”“I have tons of dresses. Just make it on time for the dinner, will you?” Z
After the initial exchange, silence draped over us like a heavy curtain. It was not the comfortable kind of silence one might appreciate, at least not from my end. I kept my fingers busy on the keyboard, eyes glued to the screen, purposely avoiding any chance of our eyes meeting again.Despite my efforts, I couldn’t help but sneak peeks at Izan from time to time. He was totally absorbed in his book, jotting down notes like a pro. His pen danced between his fingers effortlessly, all his attention on the pages. I felt like a mere ghost of a person, invisible to him in the midst of all those words. It was like the world faded away around him, leaving me here, anxious and tapping my feet to disguise the nerves I couldn’t really explain. I shook my head, trying to snap out of it, and turned my focus back to the blank page on my laptop.I felt my frustration mounting as I sifted through the pile of books, notes, and endless tabs, trying to make sense of this paper. With a sigh, I slouched i
“Let’s find you something fabulous to wear,” Zoe exclaimed, rummaging through her wardrobe and presenting me with a series of outfit options.As we stood in her bedroom surrounded by an array of outfits strewn across the bed, Zoe’s eyes sparkled with excitement, eager to help me choose the perfect outfit for the night.“So, which one should we start with?” Zoe murmured eyeing all the options of dresses of different colours, design and style. I stood there frozen as I stared at the pile of clothes in front of me.It had been only five minutes since we reached her new apartment that was bustling with preparation for the housewarming party. And I was already in a robe, out of my simple peasant clothing. And the options of outfits laid in front of me was more than overwhelming.The first dress she handed me was a vibrant cobalt blue, its intricate lace overlay glistening under the room’s soft light. The dress hugged the figure in all the right places, but as I looked at my reflection, I
Their kindness and warmth were undeniable, the scent of old money surrounded them, along with a hint of sophistication that hinted at their wealthy and refined upbringing. Yet, despite their privileged background, they exuded a down-to-earth charm that made me feel at home in their presence.The evening flowed smoothly as guests arrived, filling the space with chatter and joy. We gathered around the dining table, where a feast awaited us. Every dish served was a work of art, bursting with flavour that delighted the senses. From the appetizers to the main course and desserts, each bite was a culinary delight, showcasing the skill of the chef and the essence of fine dining.As we chatted and laughed, time flew by like it always does when you're having fun. Before I knew it, the evening came to an end, and guests began saying their goodbyes, expressing gratitude as they left. As the dinner wrapped up, Zoe and I headed to the club. Stepping out of the car into the cool night air, faces f
I ran into the washroom, my heart racing at an uncountable speed, I feared it would leap out at any given moment. Closing the door of stall behind me, I leaned against the cool surface, trying to catch up to the millions of thoughts running through my head. “What on earth was that!” I screamed into the empty space, my voice echoing off the tiled walls as I struggled to process what had happened in the past few minutes. Did it really just happen, or was it just another one of those dreams? Did Izan really just do that? Confusion clouded my mind, making it impossible to understand or comprehend what is reality and what felt like a surreal dream. The whole situation felt like a blur, making me dizzy, leaving me gasping for a sense of stability. But whatever it was, reality or a dream, I couldn’t hide in there for long. I needed to leave, right at that moment, or else being stuck in that space with those thoughts would drive me to the brinks of insanity. Hurriedly, I said my farewells a
Three days after the seminar, everything seemed back to normal. Zoe and I were walking across campus, sharing a laugh over some silly joke, when the bright sky suddenly turned grey and rain started pouring down. We panicked and hurried to find shelter. I found refuge in a small alcove, my heart was racing as rain soaked through my hair and clothes. My heart did a flip when I found Izan Dejanovic standing there, his hair tousled by the rain, holding his glasses in hand. If I thought he was good-looking before, in that moment, he looked downright mesmerizing. The way he was looking could leave anyone speechless and on their knees.Our eyes met, and his beautiful hazels widened with surprise, he swiftly turned away, looking elsewhere. A rosy hue tinged his cheeks as he cleared his throat. Frowning slightly, I tried to act normal and greet him, hoping he would not notice how nervous I was. “Hello, Professor Dejanovic.” But he merely nodded in response.‘Okay,’ confusion clouded me and I
Panic, that’s all I felt as I rushed down the stairs of my building. Izan’s voice, and the address he gave me repeating itself in my head over and over again. My nerves were everywhere as I started running down the street. He was hurt, and he needed help. All I could think was that he was hurt and every rational thinking escaped me. All I knew was that I had to get to him, as fast as possible. I was scared, I was afraid that something really bad might have happened to me. My heart was wrenching in my chest, tears building in my eyes as I ran to the end of the street and stopped in front of the road sign, he had told me about. I frantically looked around, it was dark, empty, only a few people passing by at that late hour of the night.I needed to find him, as soon as possible or it might get too late. I felt utterly helpless, I didn’t know what to do, I couldn’t find him. Just as tears was about to fall from my eyes, a sudden movement at a distant dark ally caught my attention. I could
I was awe struck, baffled and absolutely bewildered as I stared at the woman nuzzled into my neck, sleeping so soundly. She lay nestled against me, fast asleep, her grip on my arms firm as if she dreaded my vanishing act. Glancing around, I noticed the sun already casting its golden light into the room, illuminating every corner. Her fragrance permeated the air, wrapping me in its comforting embrace with every breath I took. My gaze drifted downward, revealing the bandages covering my body. I wrapped my arms around her a little too tight, holding a little too close, indulging in how she felt against me. We fit perfectly. I had given up hope, never daring to dream that I would one day experience the warmth of holding my soulmate in my arms.I had given up hope of ever finding her. I had stopped looking for her. Then, fate decided to play its hand, and she crashed into my world, quite literally. That day’s mostly a blur, I forgot most of what happened that day but every detail of when I