It wasn't my fault.
Okay, maybe some of it was, but I promised I liked Hari. He was a well-versed man who easily swept me off my feet in college years ago. The first one to really do so. His glasses and passions had a sort of cute nerdiness to them. Spending the rest of my life with him wouldn't be so bad even if the original magic admittedly washed off. That was the case for all relationships, not just mine. Not to mention he loved me inspite of my flaws. He probably still does.
Cameron didn't even come onto the scene until 7 years later. I still don't know why he was there, he's not even the gaming type. I'm not either, but it did sound like a great idea for a late-night date.
In retrospect, I did dress a little too teasing. I just knew what Hari would want me to wear. That time, it was a small black pair of shorts and heels and an orange croc top. He seemed to be so fixated on one of the machines, so I walked around to avoid interrupting his focus. Nothing malicious. At least not until I noticed a certain tall white man looking at me. He wasn't my type. Someone who wears a sleeveless shirt to show off how large his muscles are is 200% more likely to be an asshole. It's just a fact. Or at least they're far too confident in themselves. He sat comfortably in one of the chairs only checking me and only me out. Perhaps because I was the only Asian girl around.
I tried to stay away from him and hide behind one of the arcade machines near the corner, but that seemed to be his queue to stand up and make his way towards me. He stood there. Not even my own boyfriend has ever looked at me that hard. I turned red, not knowing what his game was when making his way inches away from me.
"I have a boyfriend," I told him point blank. That usually could get a bulk of people to stop while they were ahead, even if there was a clear disappointment in their eyes.
He wasn't one of them.
Instead, he pressed forward. He seemed to still be a little sweaty from the gym. He had such a distinct scent to him, that I wouldn't ever admit, but it drove me crazy.
"And do you want him?" He asked in his rough tone, looking down at me. Being 5 inches taller was a world of a difference.
"We're getting married," I say quickly taking a step back, feeling the hard surface behind me. Was it always there?