The perfect "Thief" || HEROPHINE

5. Prada

So here I am. Sit on the table that I've reserved this morning.
I got out of the house under the judging eyes of that asshole that clearly understood that I was going to have dinner alley myself, thing that sounds so miserable, that's why I saw some pity in his eyes.
I order the Italian dishes that are on the menu getting some weird stares from the waiter.

Why the hell they put Italian dishes the menu if they don't like to see people ordering them?

When the waiter finally leave me alone, I look around since I have nothing better to do. I've set a rule: no phone even if I get deadly bored.
I look at the group of friends that are dressed more like they are going to wedding but hey, I'm nobody to judge, sometimes overdress for simply occasions is fun especially when you have company.
They look so good tho.
At my right next the stairs there are a couple in a table just like mine.
They look fabulous, she's absolutely stunning in that cream silk dress.
She's slowly getting closer as they talk, with her elbows placed on the table and leaning her body towards the table.
He is literally eating herewith his eyes.

Girl he is hypnotised by you.

The waiter comes when I'm taking some photos of the place to post later.
I sip some of my wine before start my pasta al pesto.
I mumble quietly after the first bite.
I love food especially pasta. I think is the most delicious main dish ever and you can make it with may different sauces.

I roll my fork on the last spaghetti and when I'm satisfied of the form of it around the fork I take it to my mouth and after that, when I'm about to look up i see something materialize in from of me.
I see a masculine hand with a ring on the index finger, move the empty chair in front of me.

Once he is sit, I have to control myself from not choke with my last bite of my pasta.

"What a coincidence!" he says with his usual smirk on his lips.
He fully leans back placing his back on the headboard of the chair.
I can feel his leg kick mine while he is trying to spread a bit his legs to get comfortable.

I can see his sky blue eyes look down to my lips.

Shit do I have pesto all over my mouth?

I grab quickly the napkin and i cover my mouth while I'm chewing and right after I ask him:
"What the hell are you doing here?" I ask and then I wipe the corners of my mouth.
I look at his casual outfit, black long sleeve shirt along with black skinny jeans and black fancy shoes that are probably the ones that he uses for his suits.
I look up at his chest that is well covered by the stretchable fabric and just now i notice the triangle Prada pin on it.
Shit he looks so hot that makes me wanting throw that Prada somewhere in the corner.

"Just wanted to have dinner somewhere cool." he says non-chalantly bringing his arms crossed on his chest.
"And you had to come exactly here? In this restaurant. At this table." I tell him picking up the glass of wine and get it to my lips.
"Oh c'mon don't act like you're annoyed by my presence." He says making his smirk bigger while with a hand calls the attention of that judge full waiter.
"I don't remember the fact that I invited you here or to sit at my table..." I tell him trying to act the right the opposite of the way I'm feeling.
"Oh c'mon Jo, loose that muscles a bit. I know that you like my company. so stop acting." he says looking at me under his long lashes.

Wait that line was too confident... Shit, what if Emma told him that I don't really dislike him? I'm going to choke her.

He orders his fish and chips and then looks right at me.
"So tell me, what you do for living? i saw you with that computer few times." he confesses.
"I'm trying to become an interior designer." I tell him giving up.
He licks his lips in the most sexy way possible and then he places his elbows on the table, he interlocks his fingers uniting his hands and places his chin on the knuckles of his fingers.
"No way." he says a bit disbelief but also so interested
"Wait trying?" he says stopping his excitement.
"Yeah the team that I'm supposed to work with doesn't put a lot of trust in me so a lot of the time the make me do projects that they barely consider. They consider me more like the coffee girl since they make me bring coffee every meeting." I confess the biggest failure of my life... not getting in a point of my life where I feel accomplished.
"I thought these things doesn't happens at the CT..." he says referring to Jackson's father's architecture company.
"Oh I don't work there." I say with a light smile.
Sometimes the thought of me asking Jackson for a position in his company, crosses my mind but I can't do that. I want to be picked by my boss because of my talent not because his son is one of my closest friends.
"Oh then where you work?" he asks confused.
I like how curious he is.
"At the Art Life." i tell him.
"Oh sorry I thought you worked at CT since you knew Jackson." he says furrowing his eyebrows and looking at me like he is calling me stupid.
I giggle already knowing that was exactly what was crossing in his mind.
"Oh, no no. I know Jackson because he is Emma's boyfriend. Emma and I are roommates." I tell him and just now I realise how natural is it for me to open up with him. I'm literally telling him everything there is to know about me.
"Oh so you moved to Emma's apartment?" he asks deducting that I am the one that can't afford a apartment. No blame, I would think that too.
"Nope even if she's rich ass she moved to my apartment that I'm still paying." I underline the fact that I'm still paying the apartment, I don't want him to think that I am a rich ass too.