Novel & Cerita He Shouldn't Have Been Standing There Gif

Overlooking the elated atmosphere below with his cold dead eyes. His elbow rested on the railing as he leaned lower to stare blankly at the crowd. His toned chest and abs were visible as he stood without a shirt, not giving a fuc* to what the guests would say. Standing there just in his trousers, he looks down at the glass in his hands. To sip the liquid.

My forehead creased when someone giggled behind me. I raised my eyebrow and turned around. A guy near the bar door is standing, holding his stomach while laughing. His laugh echoed in the dark street. I couldn’t get a good glimpse of him, but I’m confident he is tall. What the hell is he laughing at? “Excuse me, but did something amuse you?” I asked. He continued laughing like he didn’t hear me. Is my voice not loud enough? Or maybe he can’t listen to me because he is still laughing?

The tray was about to fall from my hands due to shock but before it could someone hold it on time and recouped it from happening any drama. " you should go back to your work. " my breath came back on track similarly causing my heart to shudder due to his husky voice over my ears. I don't need to look back at him. That man who was standing all the while in my personal space now step back after seeing him behind me. Regardless his smirk grew bigger when he saw girik standing behind me.

I can’t sit on the couches, and I can’t sit on this chair either. “Where should I sit then?” I squint at him as I ask. While he mentions, “You are not sitting.” he points at me with his long index finger and wiggles his fingers up and down, “You are standing.” What? “Standing?” “Yes.” he nods. He points at his back with his thumb and says, “At my back.” W-what? Why should I stand at his back for the rest of my day? I am now VERY confused about my post. Am I his secretary or his bodyguard?

he said, then stood up. I also stood up and said, "Alright, take care while walking; don't trip." Why do I feel like he avoided sharing more?

Then the light above Gate 7 went out. In the dark, I saw him, his eyes glowing yellow or amber. I wasn’t sure. He was at the far end of the platform, past the crowd, standing in the strip of shadow beyond the last working light. He was tall and completely still. He was looking straight at me and when he saw me notice him, he tilted his head slowly, like he was daring me to run. The light came back on. He was gone. My coffee hit the platform. I hadn't felt my hand open.

“Oops, sorry! My bad, didn’t see you tucked away here.” I look up, ready to say something rude, but the words die in my throat. Standing over me are two guys. The one who spoke is grinning apologetically. He’s tall, with messy, sun-streaked blonde hair and bright, friendly green eyes. He’s wearing a hoodie that says PUBLIC HEALTH SAVES LIVES. The term 'incredibly good-looking' doesn't quite cover him. “No worries,” I mutter, trying to keep the scowl off my face.

The guy caught me before I fell flat on my face. "Sorry." I looked down at my black heels regrettably. "I should've worn something shorter, preferably without pointy heels." I smiled at my own silliness and looked up only to find a pair of dark eyes staring back at me. He smiled, yet it did not reach his eyes as he said, "Or maybe you shouldn't have drunk so much." "Tyler?" * * *

On his feet were a pair of white sneakers. Amid the colorful lights and lively atmosphere, he stood in front of me, just like a fresh and vibrant little sprout. With the two small canines revealed when he smiled, I believed that not many could resist such charm. However, I was one of the few. I glanced at the boy and replied with a smile, "Sorry, I don't think so." The boy raised an eyebrow and said, "Then... what about F******k?" "Nope. I don't use a smartphone."