Spa day is finally over and I couldn't be more happier to save what left of my dignity and leave. Not because of the place, contrariwise, my experience was lovely, the beauty therapists were super nice and very professional at same time. The decor and the vibe at Miss Fox were stunning and beautiful but above all, they have excellent service. However, what happened at the mud baths room was the reason behind my wish for leaving, if not disappearing.

On the way back home, as my body is installed comfortably on the backseat and singing along together with my companions to 'Belinda Carlisle' on the radio as she belts out the lyrics to 'Heaven Is A Place On Earth', my mind was actually left somewhere else at Miss Fox Spa, precisely at the arrogant big man, a huge man in fact, compared to my petite size, with whom I stumbled and eventually fell on the tub, pushing him before me with my weight. His shouting nearly deafened me, but still echoes in my ears like a mantra , ringing over and over. Frankly, I could not bring myself to not think of him or of the accident in general, not when you have a friend like Kimi who keeps talking about it, making sure to not forget it any soon, since the moment she found me at the room entrance with the mud covering my body and face.

Moreover, the guy's face doesn't let me in peace at all. His intense gaze possesses my thoughts, every now and then it jumps on me, flashing before my mind's eye whenever I remember the spa in try to forget and erasing that particular incident. My mind seems stuck in spot and keeps repeating the scene from the moment I stormed inside the room with my fast, hurried steps close to jogging, only to flee from Luke and his tantrik.

It was the moment when I run into an arrogant, devilish sort of man; wearing only white towel around his waist. Apparently he has just taken a bath, as his chest was covered with water drops.

Reconstructing the scene , scientifically, Isaac Newton first law of motion states -if I recall exceedingly- a body at rest remains at rest unless acted upon by an external force, and a body in motion continues to move at a constant speed in a straight line unless it is acted upon by an external force; I guess Mr.Knight , my old physics teacher in my junior high days , would be proud of me remembering the law of motion as he spent months penetrating my head with the wooden caliper to learn it. Back in my school days I was lazy student  but to defend myself I'd say; Mr.Knight was a boring old man who looked like the lost twin of Einstein, with similar body size and his curly grey hair. Add to his outer appearance, his calm and low voice what made me lose my interest in physics, besides I've never liked sciences and physics. I was into music, I hardly got acceptable grades in science matters. Anyway, enough digging in my studying history and physics; the point here is when I walked with fast, steedy steps which means in constant speed, I couldn't accelerate my pace and therefore, I lost control on my human brakes to crush with another body in motion- an external force in this case, the man who appeared out of blue. So when I wanted to stop my feet it was too late, I collided with him, but instead to fall on my back, I fell forward thanks to my clumsy feet that slidded out the slippers, taking the black haired guy with me to land on nothing but the mud.

It felt like I fell on the pig shit 😷

Belinda Carlisle fades into the background and the disc clicks to number two, a soft tune of Jesus to a Child starts humming out of the disc player. The song reminds me of our house and mom's atelier.

I missed those days dreadfully. I really do.

I have raised up listening to a wide variety of music , artists like Deep Purple, Frank Sinatra, Barry White, George Michael ...ect were introduced to me at a young age by my mom as she was collecting the old, original discs. She used to boost up the vintage phonograph, listening to different artists while painting. My love for classical music is another story, it had started way too early when I was four years old. Mahogany, my violin, and my dad's letters were the reason that opened my world up to this type of music. As I grew and matured so did my music taste. Some of the aforementioned artists will always be among my favorites, but in the recent years I found myself always gravitate towards quite emotional artists.

I look down at my fresh new manicured nails, my mind flies back again to the same guy when we both were inside the tub. I couldn't help but notice how good looking he was and how firm and muscled his body looked, even when he was covered with black mud. I'd consider him in his late 20s to maybe early 30s. His tight body, huge biceps with clear veins along his arms, he seemed one of those who do bodybuilding, not mentioning how attractive his six packs were engraved on his mid-section. From the end, he was a walking Greek God statue , like the one in the garden of music conservatory in Vienna.

My subconscious was screaming Colin! Colin! You're here only to get prepared for your engagement with him. Stop looking at the man, just ignore him and move your ass out this pool! But not only me, my subconscious itself was drooling over his enchanting blue eyes, his eyes reminded me of Panama gulf water. Who is Colin anyway! This dude is so fascinating, although he didn't have any filters to his mouth, as he was very insulting. I became kind of deaf, hearing his shouting but could not distinguish the words he used to insult me, I was completely hypnotized and I can understand why he was mad though. I admit that I was scared when he screamed, no I must say no lie, I was extremely frightened when he suddenly seized my arm tightly. He looked he was going to murder me in place with his intense, dark gaze. Not able to imagine what he was going to do. I was by all my own, no mom or Melli in sight neither Kim.

He eyed me severely as if what I've done was something unforgivable, I'd have cried out if I could but I was mesmerized. I've had mixed of feelings in that very moment, I wanted to hit him and run- yeah so childish as it sounds- but at same time I wanted to stay, absorbing of his sight.

It's beyond embarrassing, because of the show he made in front of the others. It was my stupidity after all that has driven me up onto him, solely to escape from Luke. I held my neck, scratching its back nervously. It was painfully embarrassing but I couldn't keep my eyes off his handsome face despite the mud covered most of it, he looked like a delicious strawberry dipping in chocolate. So yammy!

Gosh what is happening to me with this pervert thought?!

A weird and funny feeling crowded in my stomach making me feel weird 😳. All I could manage to spurt out of my mouth was a garbled excuse of an apology. I'm sure it didn't make any sense what so ever as he was trying to walk out the pool.

'If I ever see you again, you're going to regret it!'

He hissed, trying to clean his face with the back of his wrist, but he only stained himself even more. I unintentionally lifted my hand, trying to wipe his face but he held it at place, his gaze turned terrifying in the very next second. I gasped, feeling my cheeks burnt up. I felt so small as the tears sprang up in my eyes, blinking back the tears I apologized to him again. He looked at me having a dirty smile shone on his face, not feeling any guilt at all, maybe he was enjoying the view of me being humiliated, then he left, taking not only my breath away but my heart with him, too. When he's gone , I looked around me for a place to hide my face. I wanted to bury myself in the mud tub to escape people eyes on me. I glanced around to find some people, young women precisely, looking at me with a great contempt. I won't deny it, their contempt was strong that it infected me. I casted my eyes and walked out the mud tub, trying to not get any more attention.