Catherine

His name was Robert.

And he kind of owned the building now. The lawyer already informed us that someone was coming to manage Ellie's remaining properties.

What he didn't tell us was that that person, would be coming at almost nine in the evening and just decided that he wanted to know the people his late aunt was with during her last days.

Aside from the I-could-get-anything-I-want aura wrapping around his suit covered flesh,he also had this crooked grin that only guys with apollo-like features could pull off. His was alright.

Damon does it everyday when he sees me walk in the kitchen. (Not that I notice it that much or anything.)

I was tapping my fingers on the armrest as he took his time sipping the coffee I offered him.

It was embarassing enough that I asked him if he wanted coffee, considering the fact that it was late and I specifically told him "You want to have some coffee inside?" which was like a codename for doing the love dance in romcom movies. He gave me an all-knowing smile before settling down on one of the couches.

"Were you and aunt Elizabeth close?" I met his gaze and nodded, not really sure on how I should reply.

I was trying to remember him. I have a pretty good memory and although I haven't even had a conversation with him before, I have a feeling that I knew him.

Clearly, he isn't one of the kids/teens I've hung out with before. And by hang out I mean eager parents pushing us to go mingle or make new friends. Just thinking about it... I felt myself shiver a little.

"You don't speak much, do you?" He placed his cup carefully on the paper napkin it had with it.

"Well we don't exactly get visitors this late." I made a big deal of dusting off my pajamas and mentally counting the lemons on it. He on the other hand, raised an eyebrow and looked at my pajamas.

"We?"

I looked up and frowned. "You speak french?"

He chuckled and tilted his head to the side, amused with my confusion. "You said 'we'. I was told a couple of months ago that the only young woman residing here lived alone. Guess Morris was wrong. Where is she?"

I grimaced and contemplated on wether I should lie but I take it that this guy could see right through liars.

"He went out." I made a point on accentuating that I was living with someone from his specie.

His brows furrowed a little but was quickly replaced with a grin. "Did he now?"

I frowned and decided that he was a little too shady. "Yes he did. He'll be back. Just going out to buy some...milk." I almost slapped my forehead. Really? He went out this late to get milk?

"Milk?" He smirked and started this thing where he kind of traced his bottom lip with his thumb.

"He...couldn't sleep without his milk." I spoke matter-of-factly but was internally cringing. I just made him sound like a toddler. And with a little help from watching a little too much comedy sitcoms with him, the sentence took an awful turn from being childish, to a secret sexual joke of sorts.

He's going to kill me. And I'm going to kill him for leaving me with Mr. Macho here.

"What do you do Miss Wright?" He was fixing his already perfectly placed tie before meeting my eyes.

"Publishing. The world needs more books." I stopped myself just in time when I felt like asking on how Morris didn't know what I do for a living. The man wasn't being rude but there's just something awfully off about him.

"Interesting," again with the lip tracing.

"Uh,yeah. Have you met the Masons next door?" They're this couple that just asks each other if they remembered where they placed their stuff. Mrs. Mason would scold her husband every time he asked for his glasses. Probably because it would be on top of his head the whole time.

"I haven't met them yet. I was more curious on who's the young lady living on the third floor."

Well now he's seen the lady on the third floor.

In all her pajama glory.

"Tada?"

He chuckled before taking a look around the apartment.

"Ellie didn't mention any relative of hers before." I must admit that I found him a tad bit suspicious. Ellie did tell me she had relatives, but none of them even bothered to visit her. Not even for Christmas or just to drop by.

He smoothed his jacket and sighed. "She's broken ties with the family when she met a man." Benjie was the first person who came to mind. "I tried reaching out to her before. So did my dad but she refused and told us she would wait. For what, we didn't know." He smiled a little, clueless that we knew exactly what she was waiting for. Surprisingly enough, I could keep it a secret.

Taking a good look at him, the only similar features they had was his nose and eyes.

I glanced towards the door, hoping that a dark-eyed man in his jogging pants would walk in. I'm not exactly an expert on talking with men on suits.

He was far from Damon. Although they may be the same height, the features were different. While Damon had dark hair, his was this brown color that reminded me of graham crackers.

His skin looked so smooth it was like looking at a greek statue come to life and put on an armani suit. His eyes were this light shade of green,a far cry from Damon's dark, almost raven-colored ones. (Of course there's Damon version 2.0 with the baby blue eyes but I only saw them once. )

Bottomline was, Robert looked pefect.

And as I said, familiar.

"Have we met before?" I just couldn't resist asking.

He paused while fixing his tie for the nth time before smiling. "Have we?"

I was going for a decent smile but I may have looked like I just swallowed gum and wasn't telling.

"Maybe we have met before." He continued and walked himself to the door. I followed behind him, thankful that he was leaving.

He faced me when he stepped outside the apartment and took one good look at me. You know, the way a dressmaker asseses if your bust would fit the rented gown instead. Not in a perverted way, but it was making me feel uncomfortable that I was tenmpted to slam the door on his face.

He smiled at me before he started this lip tracing that he does. I swear if he does this one more time,I'm gonna roll my eyes so I'd be staring at what's in the back of my head.

Maybe he just has dried lips or something.

"Well it was nice to finally meet you." He smiled and offered his hand.

The moment my hand made contact with his, I felt this weird sensation that started from where we were touching, up to my chest. It didn't hurt or anything,but it was like this light tugging on my heart.

It made my heart beat faster and my feet cold. I looked up at him in confusion and pulled away. He gave me an all-knowing look before bowing slightly, leaving me muddled.

Damon came home a second after I slumped myself on my bed. I got tired thinking on where I met Robert. The voice and the eyes were familiar. And judging from the way he reacted, he knows we've seen each other before.

I opened the door to see Damon with a cheeky, almost apologetic grin on his face.

"Remember to bring your keys next time." He walked past me and chuckled.

"I would've brought them." He pulled off his sweaty apple-fused shirt and looked at me, spreading his arms. "But as you can see bonbon, no pockets."

I grimaced and picked the shirt, throwing it as his face. I have no time for his teasing. I was tired and sleepy and I do not need a reaper standing shirtless on my living room. Hah.

He groaned and removed the shirt from his head, mocking me by making a great deal of folding it right in front of me.

I find it amusing when he gets mad at me for the little things. Saying I'm too bossy or too violent.

I know he doesn't exactly mean it and I would only be bossy and violent when he leaves his clothes lying around.

"Ellie's nephew came over." I was trying to not make a big deal out of it but he approached me.

"Nephew? " He opened the fridge and pulled out a gallon of milk. When I told Robert about the milk drinking, I wasn't lying.

He tried wiping his hands first but they were too slippery. He gave it to me and after two tries, I handed to him with a triumphant grin. He laughed and put his hands together as thanks.

"Yyup. Fancy fellow." I sat down and watched as he gulped, paying attention on how hos adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. I didn't bother stopping him since he had his own milk and so did I. "He was wearing this nice suit." It was more to myself than to him but that got him pausing. Enough to stare at me while I traced the wood on the counter. "He looked familiar. Have you ever felt that way?"

I rested my chin on my palm and looked back ."When you've never seen them before, but it just feels like they've always been a part of your life. Weird deja vu."

He took another swig of milk before answering. "Like your soulmate?"

I guffawed. "You believe in that?"

He smiled and took his place at the stool infront of me. He put down the gallon with a thump and gave me a dreamy look. He cleared his throat before grabbing both of my hands. I leaned back a little, shocked when I felt his callused palms.

"Yes. Yes I do. But you don't usually end up with your soulmate. At least that's what I was told. Some people are stubborn that way. Humans would always go to what they want before realising too late that they just missed what they actually needed."

I scrunched my nose. "Who told you? Cupid? And since when were you such an expert in love? It's scary that you actually make sense."

He smirked before letting go of my hands. He drank his milk the way he would have drank his beer on a ran down bar.

"I have my connections. I've been running for three hours total. That with this," he regarded his milk and winked at me before drinking. "can do wonders."

Jumping off the stool, I announced that I was going to bed. I think he's going to finish his milk before going to bed.

I still have Robert poking at the side of my brain. I can't say I hate him, but I don't like him either. The way I reacted to his touch got me all mystified. Like how I felt when I held hands with a boy named George during senior prom. It felt right, but unsettling.

I was about to say goodnight when I saw him doing the same thing Robert was doing a while ago. With Damon, it was acceptable. He was just wiping the milk from his lips but I've seen it far too many times tonight that it was annoying.

"Stop doing that." I frowned and he looked at me, probably thinking I've gone coo-coo.

He was just wiping his mouth and here I was telling him to stop. His thumb was on his lower lip and it stayed there as he waited for some kind of explanation.

"The lip tracing. Stop it. It's annoying. Goodnight. Enjoy your milk. I've had enough of hot men still trying to act hot."

I marched towards my bedroom and laid down. I have a feeling I haven't seen the last of the strange man in a suit.

Meanwhile, Damon was outside still frozen in his seat. He blinked a couple of times and looked down at Fluffy as he entered the kitchen.

He walked towards his feeding bowl and poured some for him. Damon sat there as Fluffy drank. When Fluffy looked at him, Damon pointed at my closed door,still confused on why I acted the way I did.

"What's up with her?"