The Unknown

Ch. 6 - Cheater

With that the two of you then agreed to meet at one of the cafes that Choso suggested. You weren't usually out this late and were surprised at the amount of options.

He managed to beat you there, standing outside and finishing up a cigarette which he promptly put out on the ground. You unwillingly noted how good the night lights looked silhouetting his face.

What really stood out was his shirt. He wore a bright shirt that was neon pink, way different from his usual monotone colors. It was also a feminine cut that hugged all of his muscles, the short sleeves cut high on his shoulders and a cute, cartoon panda bear on the front.

Besides the shirt being girly, what was really distracting were his forearms that were usually hidden by a hoodie or jacket. He was muscular, the lean type, and the veins protruded from the sides of his flesh just like his hands that you remembered ogling over.

"Hi," you giggled.

"Hey," he answered you in his usual low voice.

"What on Earth are you wearing? That is not the Choso I know." He chuckled at your response, glancing down at his top.

"I had a date earlier and didn't feel like changing," he explained.

"And they wanted you to wear that?" You asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"More or less," he nodded his head back and forth, "I like wearing it, too." This made your cheeks turn a little pink which he luckily couldn't see in the dim light. "Shall we?" You nodded and entered the cafe with him.

You followed him in and got in line which was surprisingly long. You were quite the homebody so seeing so many people out so late was surprising.

"I'll have the cherry hibiscus," Choso mumbled to the cashier, refusing eye contact and reaching in his back pocket for his wallet - opening it and checking how much cash he had.

"Anything else?" The cashier asked with an unamused expression, surely just waiting to head home.

"Hmm?" Choso looked over at you to get you to order, still holding the wallet out.

"Oh...you don't need to pay for me," you blushed, pushing hair behind your ears. Choso looked toward the ceiling in exasperation.

"Just order," he sighed.

You frowned, but gave the cashier your order. It was then totaled up and Choso handed over the cash. You were both then handed your drinks and made your way over to a table in the back of the cafe.

"I still can't get over your shirt," you stared at him, holding in laughter as he sipped from the drink he ordered which complimented his shirt well. He slightly chuckled with you, happy that you were amused.

"Why? You like it?" He inquired, lifting an eyebrow as if to test the waters.

"What kind of question is that? It was made for five year olds," you sipped your own beverage with a smile.

"Are you really that oblivious to adult things?" He smirked but dismissed it. "Anyway, I wanted to treat you since I behaved...not so kindly earlier."

"Yeah, what was that about?" You furrowed your brow with interest.

"That Mahito guy," he flicked his head up at you, "your boyfriend. You're not happy with him." He was still on about that.

"I really don't know what you mean by that. We've only been dating for, like, a week. Of course I don't love him yet, but that shouldn't mean anything right now." You shook your head in confusion.

"Well...I don't really mean it like that, I guess," he looked away from you for a moment and then took out his cell phone. He began unlocking it and flicking his finger from right to left as if he were scrolling through photos.