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son?" I whisper-yell

ld ask you. You can't relea

red to answer my calls? And let's not forget he's late

ome young man the Bryce Jeffer

like them, maybe even more hand- Nope." Shaking off thoughts of his hazel eyes and perfectly swe

I asked after remembering the large volume of food sh

she was up to no good, a common occurrence with Allison.

he'd never seen pasta before,

h the dear future

lain to me what happened

ed if he wanted to try today's special, and he agreed. When I asked which one exactly, he didn't answer. So

hem, then," I said eyeing her wi

dsome the man is. And it was dubious if anything. So d

or it? My mother sent him here; she must have told him to come empty-bellie

t you're wor

I shrug, and she rolls

ut batting an eyelid. He's from Manhattan, he must be use

reement. "I'll hand him the

hat's not wh

lso matched your description of that shady man

Now you're just lyi

t go like that. Let

to submit, besides, he has already seen me, as such he'll notice.I

ver

Allison said, giving me a hug

eady to discuss business. Handing him the check, he seems a bit taken aback, but he bows his head slightly in acknowledgment. Allison appears out of nowhere,

ery politely asked her to pack the rest of the desserts to go and I knew then that he has won her over. There were a

thing that came to my mind. I could have simply said he smells like a rotten pig, with a smile on my

ork comes first." He

head to make sense of them for a proper response, I apprehended what he had just said. He understands? Is he for real

e this outside...

ng a fistfight in the alley. But I meant that I rea

o many people here. Neither of us will be comfortable," I

me in the wrong way. He surveys the other tables as he stands, and my

s at their act, looking ar

ng for you, bab

ce

y. The pasta was so good I wolfed it down, my lost appetite from last night coming back. Biting into the cannoli, the waitress packed the cake in a box that I mist

utiful and confident, just how I want my girl to be, a fatal combination. Handing me the check w

ce to look into her eyes. Those green orbs shined bright in the sunshine, like a dark green forest under the sunlight. She broke the contact and headed for the stairs, leaving me

ed. And judging by the rows of cars and extended establishment for cafe, nobody uses it. The same situation was for another establishment around. The one on the opposite side of the road is a big, g

s I know it closes around 9 PM. I have heard about this neighborhood, It was not use

erally shake some sense into her, If she had taken the key from under the doormat or a flowerpo

plies I reckon is meant for the cafe supplies. The rest of the apartment is neat, clean, and organized. Her place reflects exactly what I expect my house help to do for me because I'm a disorganized pig. The decorations are remnants from her cafe, providing a nic

ound. "It's pretty and well organiz

" It was not a question as she turns around to work on the kettle. I sneak

in silence, my fingers closed around the cup tightly. When she clears her throat, I peer at her, taking a long slu

rails off, raising her brows, ex

yally s