Matteo Ross

I met you by chance. You were different than her. Your hair, frame, the way you spoke and carried yourself. It was all different. But your eyes... Not by color. The way sparkled when you took my order in this new cafe on the street. This spark draw me in. Not to you. To my past. To the one I've lost. I freezed. You had to repeat three times before i ordered and even then instead of drinking my coffee, i just stared iritated that i couldn't see your eyes everytime. I left only when it was closing time. I spend a whole month coming to the cafe you were working at. "Sweet Taste". For me it was bitter sweetness but the bitterness was bearable. I didn't like too sweet things anyway. I observed you taking notes. You always looked tired, exhausted even. Everytime on break you were burried in book to study. Your clothes secondhand, no brand, used. You needed money. I needed the spark in your eyes. We could help eachother out. One day i asked you to talk to me after closing. At first you turned me down, thinking i was gonna ask you out, probably but then agreed with a sigh. I offered you a deal - let me kiss you everynight before bed and i'll pay you. Perhaps i worded ot too bluntly becuase you slapped me. Hard. You called me couple of names and wanted to leave but i stopped you. You were about to slap me again. Fortunetly you stopped after hearing the real reason. I didn't wanted you. I wanted a shadow hidden in your eyes. After hearing me out you agreed faster than i thought you would. In two days you moved into my penthouse in the center of New York on the top floor. I gave you your own room, card under your name, freedom, peace and comfortable, spoiled lifestyle in exchange for a kiss before bed always with open eyes. I never asked you to stay with me, your body felt different in my arms than i remembered. I never was intrested in your private affairs. Never asked questions, controlled you or told you what to do. You never showed interest either. However...