They
They didn’t hold hands; didn’t look at each other in the eyes as they walked on the street. They moved like brother and sister, with the unwritten intimacy of people who knew more about each other than they should. But they were different. Skin tones betrayed. Same for contrasting features and the overwhelming aura of trust. Even siblings wouldn’t want to be with each other for that much.

He
He was (almost too) scrawny. Grey shorts and a white T-shirt. Hands in his pocket and leather slippers. Head held high in the clouds. He looked around for potential disasters, slowing his pace to stay longer in the glow he so badly needed. He obeyed her commands — not in a servile manner. Rather with the underlying understanding that the fact that she requested his help was a vote of confidence, he could die for. He didn’t know if he loved her. He knew what it meant to be wanted, around her.

She
Words rolled out of her mouth with confident urgency. “It’s not bragging if it’s true”, she’d say about her pretty mouth and studio worthy features. She didn’t mind that he never messaged her often. Or that he lived with his parents.Or that a lot of his ideas hadn’t worked out in his previous life. She knew he had a plan. And now that they were together, she could make the business come to life. She had no doubts in her biz dev prowess. She could show you her portfolio if she had to. Then again, you’d have to pay for the mistrust. An issue she barely had with him. She knew she was falling for him. She didn’t know if he’d survive her audacity.

You
What you see is a pair made in heartbreak heaven. A woman who knows better than to trust easily and a man who has eaten the fruit of mistrust. You see a pair, walking without the need to express their deep attachment for each other to a world that only seeks to end good things. You see them laugh and share thoughts, in a world that promotes actions, not words. A world that forgets where true connections are made and the little known path to intimacy, mutual respect, and understanding. What you don’t know, is that in 10 years, these two will be together. The Scrawny Kid and the Pretty Mouth. Their mutual desire to understand each other will keep them in such a trance of affection that the world won’t be able to do anything but shower them with blessings and good fortune.

They seem to play a game: patience, love, and honesty.