Love Shot X Shot of Love

New friend X New Friend

I just sat down, my ass getting numb from the heat and hard ground, admiring the frothy girl who might be my first friend. As always.

He didn't let me get the words, which is fine. I prefer to listen, rather than give my input. There is less risk in just hearing to others.

He was so caught up in his wild story, he was almost out of breath, his chest was stronger. He barely heard her name call, or any trace of approaching steps.

"Mac, you can't run away like that." Low voice breaks Mac's rant.

We turned our eyes in parallel, looking to my right at what looked like a giant coming our way.

Okay, so definitely not a real giant, but about the same size.

It's a man. A big man with heavy steps and long steps. I could feel the redness appearing on my cheeks, a side effect so embarrassed. My shame does not exclude anyone, it makes him recognizable with every stranger I encounter. But men, with their frightening size and deep voice, they make me feel more nurtured.

I lowered my head as two big tennis shoes, feet stepped close. I stare at the ground with my bare toes, trying not to see the impressive numbers above me.

"I didn't run."Mac snarls, his chipperness is forgotten. "I just took to the road.”

I heard the breath from above, leaving the mans breathing as he exhales deeply.

"And you make friends seem."His voice is like no one else I've ever heard. Ruff, and almost scary. Sounds like he came vibrating out of his chest.

"Yes, Dad, this is Zara ariffin."He got a little benefit on the introduction of his new partner.

I on the other hand felt for my conscience to move in the direction I now know was his father.

He must recognize my fatigue, because he brought himself to one knee next to me. It's not much for the difference in size. He's very big. Bigger than my body. Much bigger.

I still didn't see him, at least until I caught a side view of his hand approaching me.

I looked there first, at the hands offered to me, maybe to shake hands.

"Arabine ariffin ... Zara ... huh? It's nice to meet you."He let Name Zara slash her tongue like she tested it. I choose to look up. The taste was brave enough to satisfy my curiosity and was worth the sound of the face. "I'm Ahmad.”

I met with dark eyes, so their dark might be Black. Dark hair and sharp facial features. His words to me were friendly, but his expression did not seem so.

He looks serious. Sterns. Frighteningly.

My blushing spread, and I think my body trembled When my hands met her and we were shaking too. My hand almost disappeared by itself. I think with one thought he could break my weak finger bone.

It made me feel uncomfortable, yet at the same time, I didn't mind the way his grasp was firm in me. I don't know why.

He's not smiling at me. Just maintain the same straight lip look as she watches a little child who is now confused by her frightening presence.

"He just moved here."The intrusive Mac of weird fantasies I had found myself in, contemplating uncharacteristically on his giant father for longer than I used to. "And dad, guess what!”

He let go of my hand, leaving it cold, even in the heat of the sun. "What?”

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She doesn’t let me get a word in, which is fine. I prefer to listen, rather than give my input anyways. There’s less risk in just listening to someone else.

She’s so caught up in her wild tales, she’s almost out of breath, her chest lifting even more. She almost doesn’t hear the calling of her name, or the approximation footsteps that follow.

“Mac, you can’t just run away like that.” a low voice breaks Mac’s rant.

We turn our eyes in sync, looking to my right at what appears to be a giant coming our way.

Okay, so obviously not an actual giant, but about the same size.

It’s a man. A large man with heavy footsteps and long strides. I can feel the redness appear on my cheeks, the side effect of being so shy. My shyness doesn't’t except anyone, it makes itself known with every stranger I encounter. But men, with their intimidating size and deep voices, they make me feel much more reserved.

I lower my head as two large, tennis shoe covered, feet step in close. I stand at the ground by my naked toes, trying not to look at the imposing figure looming over me.

“I didn’t run away.” Mac snarls, her chipperness forgotten. “I just came down the street.”

I hear a sigh from above, leaving the mans breath as he exhales deeply.

“And you made a friend it sees.” His voice is like no others I’ ever heard. Its ruff, and almost scary. Sounds like it comes vibrating out of his chest.

“Yes, dad, this is Zara ariffin.” She perks up slowly at her introduction of her new friend.

I on the other hand feel to self-conscience to turn challenges who I now know is her dad.

He must recognize my weariness, because he brings himself down to one knee next to me. It doesn’t do much for the size difference. He’s so big. Bigger than my body. A lot bigger's.

I still don’t look at him, at least until I catch a side glory of his hand reaching out to me.

I look there first, at the hand offered to me, presumably for a hand shake.

“Zara ariffin... Zara.. huh? It’s nice to meet you.” He lets the name Zara roll off his tongue like he’s testing it. I choose then to look up. Feeling brave enough to satisfy my curiosity and match the voice to the face. “I’m Ahmad.”

I’m met by dark eyes, so dark they might be black. Dark hair and sharp facial features. His words to me are friendly, but his expression doesn’t seem so.

He looks serious. Sterns. Scary's.

My blush spreads, and I think my body shakes as my hand meetings his and we shake as well. My hand has practically disappeared in his own. I feel like with one calculated move he could break the bones of my weak fingers.

It’s making me feel uneasy, yet at the same time, I don’t mind the way his grasp is firm in mine. I don’t know why.

He doesn’t smile at me. Only keeps the same straight lipped look as he obses the small child currently flustered by his intimidating presence.

“She just moved here.” Mac interrupts the strange trance I’ve found myself in, staring uncharacteristically at her giant dad for longer than I’m used to. “And dad, guess what!”

He’s let go of my hand, leaving it cold, even in the sun’s heat. “What?”