Trouble in Paradise.

11. Playboy

Chapter 11: Playboy.

Zachary's POV

"I need the flowers over here." Sabrina tells the florist, who is carrying a really heavy centerpiece.

Poor guy.

"Babe, don't just stand there. Come here and help me." Sabrina orders.

I just let out a chuckle as I stare at her. I walk towards her, staring down at her 5'11 frame. She stares at me with her doe eyes, with a frown on her face.

"What do you want me to do?" I ask, placing my hand on her hips.

"Can you help me pick up the food?" She asks, biting her lip as she slips her hand under my sweater.

"Sure. Text me the address." I tell her and she claps her hand smiling at me.

"Yay. You're the best." She says before she kisses me.

"I'll see you when I get back." I say, kissing her cheek before I pull away from her.

Today is Sabrina's twenty-first birthday. So, I am trying everything in my power to be a good boyfriend. I don't wanna step on her toes today.

Grabbing my car keys from the coffee table, I head out the door. The drive to the location is short, it's just ten minutes away.

"Hi, welcome to Greenville. How may I help you?" The barista asks me.

"I'm here to pick up a custom order." I tell him.

"Name?" He asks me.

"Iran." I reply, he nods and types something on the computer.

"It's ready. I'll be right out." He says before he walks into the back.

I just stand there waiting for him. He finally arrives, after what feels like eternity, with a large box.

"There are three hundred vegan hot dogs in here. The vegan cheese and apple tartlets are in the back. I'll go get them." He says before he rushes off again.

I lift the heavy box and I walk out of the store. Someone bumps into me and the box almost slips out of my fingers.

"Oh, I am so sorry." A female voice says.

"Valarie." I say, surprised.

"Hey." She says, smiling at me.

"Wow, it's surprising to see you here." I tell her, moving away from the door as someone enters the café.

"Greenville is my spot." She tells me, chuckling.

"Figures" I quip, laughing as I walk to my car.

"What is that supposed to mean?" She asks, trailing behind me.

I place the white box in the back seat of my car before I stare at her.

"That the food here is trash" I point out, turning around dusting my hands.

She scoffs.

"Yet you're carrying a box filled with..." She pauses looking into the box from the clear top. "Hot dogs." She completes.

"They aren't for me." I say as the barista comes out of the café with the other box.

"Oh, there's more." Valarie says, as she watches the barista place the box beside the other one.

"That'll be all. Tell Sabrina I said hi." He says before he walks back into the café.

"These are for Sabrina's birthday party tonight. You should come." I say, running a finger through my slick hair.