His eyes widened like saucers, and if I wasn't so confused, I would have laughed at his reaction.

But I didn't.

He looked confused and amused and offended all at the same time making me question who was he.

He quickly recovered though, he put on a boyish grin and winked at me. "So curious, why, wanna stalk me on Instagram?" He smirked.

Despite his playful words, it was clear that he was offended.

"Trying to dodge the questions, aren't we?" I asked, mostly curious as to why he was evading the question when he was so proud of his identity just a second ago.

He just shrugged not giving me any answer and strode towards the garbage bin next to the bench and threw the beer can which I could swear that it wasn't there before.

"Well I am no one, " he said as he looked at me and winked- actually winked.

His gaze held me captive for what felt like years but could actually be defined as some mere minutes before saying. "Do you have anywhere to be right now?"

"Why, want to kidnap me?" I said, mimicking his earlier voice.

He looked, surprisingly pleased with my reply. "Yes, because I have nothing better to do in life," Sarcasm was dripping from his voice.

"Your words, not mine, " I said before sauntering past him and following the dark night.

He chuckled behind me but didn't come after me. I looked behind partially before smirking.

"You are not going to give away this chance to kidnap me, are you?"

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.

He lied.

He was not 'no one'.

Literally, every single person was gawking at him as we are walking on the streets of New York City in the middle of the night.

I was starting to question if my lack of knowledge about the outer world was the reason behind my ignorance towards his character.

He seemed to not give a mind to the curious glances at him, walking like he owned the pathway. His posture was screaming that he was familiar with this sort of attention.

"If you want to ask me a question, ask it, seriously the staring is starting to creep me out, " he said without even looking at me.

"Why everyone is staring at you like you are Kim Kardashian?" I blurted out.

He pressed his lips together to not to laugh out loud but a small chuckle left his mouth nevertheless making me smile.

Weirdo

"You think I have my own television show about how shitty and cringeworthy my life is?" He asked in genuine disbelief.

"I don't know you, so you can talk shit on the television, " I shrugged, he just raised an eyebrow before shaking his head and looked ahead into... Nothingness.

"I will like them to not stare at me for a day you know?" He said with a voice thick with emotion. He looked sad, almost like a kid who didn't want his relatives to pinch his cheeks for a few seconds.

"Looks like they stare at you every day, " I commented as I proceed to wander with this stranger at the middle of the night, without a cell phone, without money, without any pepper spray in the dark cold streets of New York City.

"You have no idea, " he chuckled bitterly. He again shook his head. "Well, are you always that curious or is it just for the good looking guys?" He smiled teasingly.

He did this again.

Evading the question.

Putting up a smile, when just a few seconds ago he was sad.

But this time I played along.

"Are you always this bad at evading tough questions or is it just for the hot ladies?"

His smile slipped off his face for a second but he recovered quickly. "You are one hell of a person, " he chuckled but just like every other time, it seemed forced.

"I can say—"

"Look out!" He yelled as he grabbed my right arm and yanked me towards him.

I would have loved to stay there.

I swear, his muscles are so taut beneath my fingertips, I would have loved to stay there.

But the damn past won't let me.

I flinched away before I could get way too comfortable and looked behind me to see why was I pulled by this sexy man beside me.

"It was the streetlight, you would have banged your head on it, " he whispered.

I just nodded, wrapping my arms around myself, feeling self-conscious I just resumed the walk.

He was walking beside me without wasting a second. And I could feel his burning gaze at me.

Don't look

Don't look

Don't look

I looked up without caring about the warning bells that were ringing in my head and saw him looking at me with curiosity.

We all have secrets though, are we?

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