Random Script (Part 3) [ROUGH]

Part 3

"Why are you asking me? I thought you should know yourself. Unless, you're hiding something, oh …" . He's hiding his true intention, showing cunning side of his. Nor he clinched even a bit from my taunting words. Even though there's a trace of surprise undoubtedly carved in his smirk.

"Fond of smirking aren't you Mr oh-so mysterious? I don't get the point for you by doing all that all the time. I might know you. Or should I say, I'm highly convinced that I do know you by observing those very "helping" gesture of yours. Do I hit the jackpot?" I grin in massacre.

"Well, I think this should be it. I might see you. Someday. Or probably never ever again.". He is pulling away and starts walk towards the window. He is trying to escape.
"Oh, trying to run away aren't you?" I pulled the edge of his cloak. I caught him off guard.  

"Not so fast, little Missy."
"Trying to take "your considered my might-be frustration" into your account, miss?". He gleams. Still facing my half winning face.
"I'm afraid..."

He paused.

"It won't work this time."
He reaches the frames as he lifts his own weight onto it.
He continues.
"Like one might say, "Resistance is futile, while wait might worth you a gold"."

A trace of light smile, as there is to it.
Clear as the sky, vague as the cloud.
I take a glimpse at that and realize there's little to none that I can do to stop him right now, to make him stay and explain all the mess I've been through−which is I'm pretty sure there must be something got to do with him. Not to mention these sequences of unarranged odd rendezvous.