His (Book 1) {Currently EDITING}

Ten *Edited*

Once we were seated at the table, our menu's were passed to us and the waitress gave us our menu's. This restaurant was very elegant and sophisticated. The room was filled with creams, browns, and soft blues and beiges. The walls were high with a sky light not in use since it was night. A chandelier hung up there as well, and there  was a pianist playing Chopin softly while a soft chatter filled the room. I felt very underdressed and self conscious. It seemed the rich and the beautiful frequented this place. And judging from the menu and it's prices, I would not have enough money to pay for anything, let alone a single ice cube. Yes, it was  that  pricey. $50 for just a steak! Damn.

 "What's the matter?" Leo asked, suddenly looking over at me

 "This place is so expensive, can't we just go to a McDonald's?" I smirked

 He laughed.

 "I prefer this food over fast food. It's not good for you."

 "Well this place isn't good for my wallet." I smiled

 "I will pay." he said

"Then that means after this I will pay you back, no problem. You know where I work so I can't skip out on you when my paycheck comes." I smiled

 "It's a gift, you know, to apologize on getting off on the wrong foot."

 "Why apologize? It's fine. Besides, it wasn't your fault."

 "No, it isn't fine. The night at the club, I was a bit forceful of you and I have a feeling I made you uncomfortable."

 "Who says that I didn't enjoy it?"

 He looks at me with a smirk. And before I realized what came out of my mouth, it was too late.

 "You are definitely not what I expected." He remarked, giving me a smoldering  stare.

 I took a sip of my water that was conveniently by me and I wetted my parched throat.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked

 "You seem shy, yet not afraid to tell people what you think. You say what's on your mind do you not?"

 "I do. But, I wasn't always this way. You should've met me in high school." I smirked, again drinking more water

 "I like that about you."

 I almost choked on my water but it goes down semi-smoothly, missing my trachea opening.

 "Well... thank you."

 "Yet, there is something I don't understand."

 I look up at him as he starts drinking his own glass of water, looking at me over the glasses lip. I clear my throat and look down at my lap.

 "And just what is that?"

 "You dress as if you are scared to show your real self. Like you don't want men near you or to talk to you. Or just people in general. You're open, yet you're closed off. But if a person pushes just enough, you show your real and shy self. Why is that?"

 I swallow hard and force myself to look back up at his persistent stare. Those eyes I could just look in all day, but of course I won't. I had already fallen for them enough.

 "That way I can't get hurt." I said matter of factually

 "But not everyone is out to hurt you."

 "True, but every man I loved has." 

 He was silent as the waitress came back to ask our orders. Once they were filled, she left and he stared at me. For some reason it didn't make me uncomfortable, it only intensified my desire.