"He has a pair of crystal eyes. They'll draw you in with the beauty in his eyes."
"Grandma, I'm asking about eye color…." I tried to redirect her back to the main question.
"Green. His eyes are green like a pair of beautiful erald…."
"Green eyes…."
I was stunned, silly. I didn't know how to react because that was way out of my expectation. I thought his eyes would be deep blue or black, or maybe brown.
.
But green eyes…
I didn't think I'd ever seen anyone with green eyes around . Most have either blue, black, or brown.
Was it soone from another school? Since my circle was only around my high school.
But I was mostly invisible by other students in my school, let alone those from another school. I had no friends, nor I talked with many people as well.
But this guy suddenly knew my number, and he also knew about my deed of ruining Kristen and Cerise's life. He also knew about my rebirth after my death.
I wondered if he also ca from the previous world I lived in.
"Thank you, Grandma. I'll return to my room now," I said to Grandma. She smiled and continued reading as I closed the door.
I sat in my room, holding these two red roses as I thought about the red rose man. What was his true intention? Marrying ? What kind of dieval backward thought was that?
He acted as if we had known each other for so long.
But what made even more suspicious was the fact that Grandma accepted his lunch box easily.
Grandma had a weak stomach, and she would feel sick if she ate few specific things that might be common to regular people.
Yet, that man knew exactly what my grandma could and could not eat. He was way too familiar with my family to ignore.
And his green eyes…
I really thought he had blue eyes, deep blue ocean eyes that would srize you.
Because I was suspicious of that School Prince's behavior from the very start.
Maybe I was just too paranoid when Mason beca familiar with , so I instinctively suspected him to be that obsessive red rose man.
But Mason had deep blue, ocean eyes, while this man had erald eyes…
I was spacing out for a while until I got a text from the person I thought of right now.
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Mason: Good Evening, Em.
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I frowned. I tried to rember if I had so business with Mason. But after the first date and accompanying him to sort out stuff in the club building, I didn't rember that I had anything to do with him anymore.
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Emmy: Good evening… do you need anything?
Mason: Oh, I'm just curious about what are you doing right now.
Mason: Have you had dinner?
Emmy: Why do you ask?
Mason: It's nothing.
Mason: Sorry if I sound weird. I don't know how to strike conversation…
—
Honestly, Mason did co out as an inexperienced nervous boy right now. For a man who was hailed as the gentleman, the handso, perfect heartthrob in high school, I didn't expect him to be this clumsy.
I didn't answer his chat imdiately. I suspected that Mason might be the culprit behind the red rose man, but I might be wrong because we were obviously not affiliated in my previous world.
But I still wanted to see his reaction, so I mustered my courage and pressed call on his number.
After two beeps, the line was finally connected. There was a long silence between us until Mason opened the conversation first.
—Phone call__
"G—Good evening… Em…" Mason asked nervously. I could sense that he was nervous as if he had never been on a call with any girl before, which was simply impossible for soone as popular as Mason.
I should be the one who got nervous instead, but apparently, his nervousness eased and made a lot calr than usual.
"Did you need sothing, Em? U—Uh… I'm sorry that I sound a bit nervous. I just didn't expect you to call ," He admitted.
His voice was soft and gentle. I knew that he was a soft-spoken person, but on the phone, his voice was actually a lot softer and nicer but still exuded that masculinity.
It was like a gentleman trying to make you comfortable talking with him.
"It's nothing… I just want to call you…." I replied.
"Really? Do you need anything?" Mason asked. "This is the first ti you've called . Are you really okay?"
Honestly, I didn't know why did I call him in the first place. I had always suspected that the red rose man was Mason Hall because he acted so strange. And I wanted to catch him off guard or sothing. It was just my instinct to call him.
But after I heard his gentle voice, his nervousness, and his concern for , I felt ridiculous instead.
Why would Mason Hall stalked and disguised himself as the red rose man in the first place? It didn't make sense.
I sighed, "It's okay. I'm sorry for calling you. Thank you for your concern."
…
…
There was another long silence, and I was about to hang up the call. I felt stupid for calling him for absolutely no reason. Mason might find funny as well.
I didn't want to continue this clownery, but before I pressed on the red button, Mason suddenly said, "Em, thank you for calling . I need it, really."
"Huh? What?"
Beep
—Phone call End—
I was stunned by his last words. Did Mason want to call before I called him first? What for?
I thought about it for so ti, wondering if I should call him back if he needed sothing. But then, I realized that we weren't close enough for to know about his private matter…
I held my curiosity to call him again because it might co out as being nosy.
I stared at the red rose again and sighed deeply. It seed that I'd be stuck with this creepy, erald eyes trespasser for a while.
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