Him
I was driving to pick him up, and as I was approaching the pick-up spot, there was whacking traffic before me. But soon, I was able to spot him from a distance. He was on the phone talking to me, his voice low and formal, asking me to drive slowly and move in front as it was impossible to pick him up where he was standing.
He was wearing a light blue cotton shirt matched with black formal pants. His casual Ivy League hair was grown a little since our last meeting. He spoke softly and avoided looking into my eyes. He tried to hide his smile and blushed whenever I asked him to look at me. And this made me smile.
He listens as I bluff and talk about everything and anything. He speaks when necessary but enjoys humouring me. He admires every little thing I do and knows all my facial expressions.
Ohh!! I could keep writing about him, but writing a whole book wouldn't be enough to describe him. But, let these few words take this place while his thoughts overfill my mind.