Devin and Ren

✏Devin

There was something about Ms. Green that enthused me every time I saw her. She wears simple clothes yet the memory of her from Savannah, wearing those skimpy black string bikini was somehow imprinted on my mind. As I headed for the room, I took a quick shower and changed into my sweatpants and sweater. I have no plans of going out tonight unlike my sister and best friend, I actually wanted to rest on my first night here in Milan.

When I walked out of the room, soft music was playing from somewhere in the living room and the smell of mouth watering food was teasing my taste buds. Almost the same time as I walked out of my room, Ms. Green also walked out of hers, wearing a white shirt dress that hangs in the middle of her thighs. Her legs were more mouthwatering than the pasta she cooked.

''Sir. Dinner's ready'' she invited me to sit with her at the dining table. She actually knows how to cook, I thought that she just makes amazing pancakes but tonight, she has proven me wrong. ''Everyone is going out tonight, aren't going with them, Sir?''

I shake my head. ''No.''

''Okay'' she replied abruptly and continued to finish her dinner. We didn't talk much over food, I think I made her feel un-welcomed because of my short response to her.

My sister knew that I didn't like having someone around whenever I'm in my room. I'm a very detached person since Mom died and I can't understand why she wanted Ms. Green to stay with me.

After dinner, Ms. Green also cleaned up the dishes. I wonder if she was really like this at home or she was just doing this because I'm her boss.

I turned on the widescreen, searching for some evening news but I couldn't find any so I settled in for my laptop. After a few moments, Ms. Green walked up to me again and this time, she wore black leggings under her white dress shirt.

''Sir, I'll head out for tonight but I'll be back before midnight'' she spoke like I was her keeper and I hated that she calls me Sir all the time. She was about to turn the doorknob when I called her name. ''Sir?''

''I ask where are you headed? Do you even know how to get back in here?'' I asked annoyed. ''I don't have time to pick you up if you get lost.''

I saw the way her eyebrows and lips jerked off a little as she took a few deep breaths before speaking. ''I won't bother you, Sir.''

She turns her back on me again but I called her again ''you didn't answer my question.''

''I'm headed for the market, Sir'' she spoke calmly but that irritated tone in her voice was still evident.

''I'm coming with you'' I didn't wait for her response as I took my denim jacket, wallet, and phone from my room. She was leaning against the door when I walked out.

She didn't speak to me again and as we walked out of the hotel. It was summer in Milan right now but the temperature at night can still drop to a cold temperature and Ms. Green shivered a little. I stifled my smile as she tried to recover from the cold breeze.

''Where do you wanna go first?'' I asked her when I saw that she was continuously scrolling her phone, I peeked at what she was checking and she was actually using google map instead of asking me. She was still mad at me alright.

''I wanted to see Milan Duomo at night, Sir'' she finally spoke again after a few minutes of walking to nowhere.

''We're headed the wrong way then, Ms. Green'' I teased her and her cheeks flushed. How I love watching her blush.

She was walking side by side with me as her hands clung to the straps of her Canon camera. She isn't saying anything but I love how her green garnet irises sparkle wherever she spots something shot worthy. Whether it was small lights mixed together on the brick walls of the building, a couple holding hands as we passed by, a signage of the glass window of a coffee shop, or even the pavement that we are stepping into, I love watching her eyes speak her feelings.

We were closing in to the Milan Cathedral and I watched as Ms. Green's eyes scanned the whole appearance of the cathedral. She was so innocent and I was surprised when he held my hand and pulled me excitedly to take a closer look at the century-old structure.

''This is amazing'' she whispered in awe as she takes a few shots from her camera. ''Thank you, Mr. Mávros.''

''Devin'' I speak softly, not sure if she even heard me.

''What?'' she responded without looking back at me.

''Call me Devin, Ms. Green.''

She turned her head, locking gaze with me. Her big doe eyes studied me, searching for something I couldn't say. This moment felt slow motioned, I watched as her eyes watched me, as if waiting for me to say something more than what I already said.

The corners of her pinkish kissable lips curled into a sweet smile ''call me Ren, Devin.''

My name came out of her mouth as a sweet melody, as if a sing-song of my favorite Matchbox Twenty song. I knew from that moment that I wanted to know more about Ren. Make her more than my P.A. a friend perhaps.

''Ren'' I whispered her name as she looked back into me after taking a few more shots.

''Devin.'' She acknowledged as if repeating my name to make everything feel less surreal.