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The Fallen Star (part 6)
6. Who Are You?
Is there something wrong with my unusual eyes? Delisha thought. Unwittingly, her head was tilted staring at the man. His face was an ordinary human face, wistful eyes with deep eyelids and sharp nose, jaw with a bit of a thin beard, the typical face of Indian men, nothing strange, in the eyes of ordinary people.
He was tall, wearing a leather jacket, gray jeans, and black leather boots. His black hair was slightly wet with rain dew combed with fingers. Warm brown eyes stared kindly at the people around him. His face was quite interesting and what made Delisha even more amazed was the aura around the man. Glowing golden, like the morning sun on the dew in a flower garden. Delisha had never seen a human look like that. Is that man an angel?
The golden-glow man greeted the shop clerk and circled his gaze into the convenience store. His eyes fell on the young woman with long brown hair and the woman's brown eyes looked at him closely. "Hmm ... Is there something wrong with my face, Miss?" the man asked as he stepped toward her. A very beautiful woman and apparently, not a resident. "Is there something wrong with my face, Miss?" the man repeated with his face leaning against Delisha's.
Delisha was still amazed. "I think my eyes are wrong ...," Delisha murmured without realizing. She didn't even wink.
The man lowered his head to look at his feet which were stepping on the coffee puddle on the floor. "Oh, looks like you spilled your coffee." He bent down to pick up used coffee cups on the floor.
Delisha gasped. what just happened? She wondered to herself. Delisha protected her eyes by wearing glasses. She hurried off the chair and bumped into the man's chest.
"Awh!" The man grimaced and he held Delisha's body because she was about to fall. "Where do you think you are going, Miss?"
"I am sorry!" Delisha said, pushing the man's hand away. She passed the man but soon turned back. "Sorry!" she muttered. "My cellphone!" Delisha reached for her cellphone from the charger box, ignoring the man she had just hit. In the minimarket doorway, Delisha stopped. "Rain!" She looked with sad-looking eyes at the heavy rain outside and the noisy sound of lightning. She turned back into the convenience store and got a wondering look from the shop clerk and the man in the leather jacket.
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Is there something wrong with my unusual eyes? Delisha thought. Unwittingly, her head was tilted staring at the man. His face was an ordinary human face, wistful eyes with deep eyelids and sharp nose, jaw with a bit of a thin beard, the typical face of Indian men, nothing strange, in the eyes of ordinary people.
He was tall, wearing a leather jacket, gray jeans, and black leather boots. His black hair was slightly wet with rain dew combed with fingers. Warm brown eyes stared kindly at the people around him. His face was quite interesting and what made Delisha even more amazed was the aura around the man. Glowing golden, like the morning sun on the dew in a flower garden. Delisha had never seen a human look like that. Is that man an angel?
The golden-glow man greeted the shop clerk and circled his gaze into the convenience store. His eyes fell on the young woman with long brown hair and the woman's brown eyes looked at him closely. "Hmm ... Is there something wrong with my face, Miss?" the man asked as he stepped toward her. A very beautiful woman and apparently, not a resident. "Is there something wrong with my face, Miss?" the man repeated with his face leaning against Delisha's.
Delisha was still amazed. "I think my eyes are wrong ...," Delisha murmured without realizing. She didn't even wink.
The man lowered his head to look at his feet which were stepping on the coffee puddle on the floor. "Oh, looks like you spilled your coffee." He bent down to pick up used coffee cups on the floor.
Delisha gasped. what just happened? She wondered to herself. Delisha protected her eyes by wearing glasses. She hurried off the chair and bumped into the man's chest.
"Awh!" The man grimaced and he held Delisha's body because she was about to fall. "Where do you think you are going, Miss?"
"I am sorry!" Delisha said, pushing the man's hand away. She passed the man but soon turned back. "Sorry!" she muttered. "My cellphone!" Delisha reached for her cellphone from the charger box, ignoring the man she had just hit. In the minimarket doorway, Delisha stopped. "Rain!" She looked with sad-looking eyes at the heavy rain outside and the noisy sound of lightning. She turned back into the convenience store and got a wondering look from the shop clerk and the man in the leather jacket.
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