Awkward Sunday

It was a new day. The streets of Los Angeles were swarming with people who were either driving or walking to their destinations.

The sun was quite intense—since it was “sunday”. And it was definitely not the type of day to be indoors.

But things were different for Alvin; he held a bored expression on his face as he looked at the swimming pool before him. He was lying back at the pool bench in front of his permanent residence—not sure if that was the best way to wade away time.

Alvin's face was free from a mask, and that was the only thing he was enjoying at that moment. He was shirtless, even though he hadn't got in the pool yet. But he wasn't only shirtless, he was also restless.

No matter how hard he had tried, he couldn't get his mind off the girl who he had met twice now. He hadn't thought too much about her the first time they met in the fueling station. But now, he saw her face everywhere he looked.

“I'm crazily obsessed with her,” he muttered to himself, smiling for the