[ WP ] The narrator has a huge crush on the protagonist . It 's really starting to creep the protagonist out .

He seemed distracted, there was no need for him to be nervous here. His chiselled looks would be enough to make anyone swoon. Lost in his thoughts he barely heard the bell ring when the final woman came and sat at his table. He must be exhausted after being dragged to this speed-dating dump by his friend, and I ’ m quite sure he hated every minute of it. 
 
 She spoke first with a shrill, harpy-like voice. “ Hi, nice to meet you I ’ m Claire ”. 
 
 He replied with his dreamy smooth, deep baritone “ I ’ m Nigel nice t-to meet you ”. 
 
 I loved his stutter, the way his lip quivered in a wild and untameable manner as if waiting to be restrained by a kiss. 
 
 A strange glimmer in his eye. The couple stared at each other, to an outsider it may have seem like love at first sight but I knew better he was clearly biding his time and letting the timer run out so he didn ’ t have to deal with this tart. The silence was definitely not electrifying. 
 
 “ So what do you like Nigel? ” words gushed from her ridiculously painted lips, she should mind her own business but she continued. “ I ’ m into tae kwon do, cooking and my favourite hobby is probably movies, you should see my collection its pretty impressive. ” A smile crept across her face in a flirtatious, ( totally serial-killer ) kind of way. 
 
 Nigel, ever the tease, paused in thought yet again before answering with “ sounds interesting, im definitely a movie fan myself, I ’ d love to see it some time. He returned a genuine beaming smile, the kind of smile a girl could lose herself in, wasted on the trollop of course but Nigel wasn ’ t rude, he was patient, kind, dependable, strong... 
 
 DING-DING. 
 
 The bell rang and Claire ’ s time was up, like a dog waiting for scraps she lingered a while before writing some numbers on a scrap of paper and sliding it across the table. Nigel neatly folded it before placing it in a pocket. She smiled once more, turned and strutted away like a hooker who… 
 
 “ you know I can clearly hear everything your saying, right? ” said Nigel in a voice reserved only for me, a voice commanding, strict yet with a love only two twinned by fate could fathom. 
 
 “ Stop that, jeez I ’ m trying to get a date here, with you blabbering away in my head I could barely think of anything to say to her. I can ’ t believe she was even interested we barely spoke. ” 
 
 The doubt Nigel cast on himself made his modesty shine like a beacon at sea, I worried a siren would see his splendour and spirit him away only to dash his heart against the rocks of… 
 
 “ You are really starting to creep me out you know, who are you and why are you narrating my life? 
 
 His questions probed me in an intimate way, he wished to strip me of my anonymity, to handle the delicate information as he pleased, to coax out my very essence and… 
 
 “ You know what, I don ’ t even care. It ’ s been a long day and I ’ m tired. What will it take for you to stop? ” 
 
 Ideas swirled in my mind as I tried to grasp what request I could ask of my Nigel but they would come later for now maybe I should try to drop the hint of a date? 
 
 “ A date? …Ok one date then you ’ ll stop, right? 
 
 Nigel may have seemed to sigh the sigh of a weary defeat, but his excitement was poorly masked, I saw it in his beautiful eyes, the date was the beginning of a beautiful relationship. I may just be a voice but love has no boundaries. 

