When the Traveler Stays (OHSHC)

17 | Dating Trumps Learning (2053)

God is real. 

God has blessed this earth with a walking angel that just happens to be standing in front of me. 

I couldn't believe my luck! I stopped at the same bakery that I met Honey and Mori in because I was dying for another piece of cake and do my eyes deceive me? No, standing in line only one person ahead of me is the same angelic boy from the stairs. 

My heart was beating quickly and I could not tear away my gaze from the back of his beautiful head. 

"Hey lady, are you going to move or what? Some of us would like to order!" A snotty little germ boy shouted from behind me, hand clasped in his absent minded mother. He looked no older than twelve and that doesn't mean I still didn't want to kick him in the shins for being so rude. 

And for causing me such embarrassment because at that moment Angel Boy turned around - as did the rest of the costumers - to see what the commotion was over. Stupid child. He reminds me of Tamaki with his shaggy hair and dramatic demeanor. 

I locked eyes with Mr. Beautiful and I felt my cheeks heat up and my palms go sweaty. Then, then he did it. 

He smiled at me. 

He. Smiled. At. Me. 

With that, I actually felt my heart skip a beat. Most people would have thought I smiled back due to being friendly, or me trying to badly flirt but in reality I smiled because I was happy he smiled at me. I was literally squealing in my head. 

Maybe this is what those girls who go to the Host Club feel. 

I swear to the heavens I will never silently judge them again over fawning over a boy, or boys for that matter. For I, I am accepting the fact that in this moment, right here, right now, I am a normal teenager with normal teenager hormones who likes to imagine very bad things about this boy. 

His order was called and so he turned around, grabbed the plate and mug then proceeded to sit down. Minutes later, I still did not have my heart calmed down because I felt someone staring at me, and I was praying it was the handsome fellow to whom I am planning our wedding and not some creep who plans to jump me in the alleyway, again. 

"Next!" The cashier called out and I gladly placed my order and again waited patiently. Out of habit I started to play with my hair and brush my fingers through it, then I realized I'm probably getting hair everywhere and the last thing I need is for this place to be shut down for violating health code regulations because of my hair. 

It felt like everything happened in slow motion, the baker cut a slice of cheesecake from the pan, placed it on the plate with so much grace and elegance that could have just watched her do it all day. Only if she was cutting the pieces for me of course. 

Thanking her once I got the heaven on a plate, I turned to see my prayers were answered. Beauty Boy was looking at me, and then motioned for me to go and sit with him. If I didn't value this cake so much I think I would have dropped the plate. Again I felt my cheeks get hot as walked over slowly, being careful not to fall flat on my face. 

He was sitting in a small booth right beside the window. The cushion sank a little as I sat down across from the living angel. 

"Hi." He says simply with his gorgeous smile. 

"Hi." I smile and look down. 

"So what brings you to town?" The super model leans back in his chair and takes a sip from his mug. Goodness, he's even beautiful when he drinks. 

"I had plans with some friends." I awkwardly grasped my hands in my lap and smiled up at him. He chuckled a bit, and I was slightly puzzled. Do I have something on my face? In my teeth? Why is he laughing.