Love, Poetry, & Coffee

~ 41 ~

"What are you guys doing here?" Spencer really got the nerve to ask us that question. Actually, I should be the one questioning them. I mean, I have a hunch on what these two are doing together, but I want to know from them instead of just listening to my intuition.

But before I could open my mouth to say something, my companion beside me gives both of them a wide grin. "It's good to see you again, Kate." Constance nods her head toward Kate's direction before focusing her gaze back at Spencer, "You too, Spencer." If Constance is smarter than she looks, she'll probably put two and two together and came up with the same conclusion as I have when I see these two together. "As a matter of fact, Declan here—" she gestures a hand at me just to switch the attention they're giving her to me. Which wasn't necessary in the slightest, but I know she's doing this out of mischief. "Was about to show me where he lives so that we'll talk about his new novel project." Give Constance the opportunity to tell the truth because I can't do it.

Judging by the sudden blink reaction from Spencer, he's thinking something that should not have been thinking about. "Oh, I hope you guys have fun," The way he says that gives me chills to the bones. I want to have the courage to say that it's not what he thinks, but luckily, Kate is right beside him. Spencer ends up with an elbow to the stomach from Kate. Like any normal person reaction, Spencer winces at the sudden pain Kate had inflicted on him. A hand goes to his own stomach to have an attempt of rubbing away the pain. Thank God for Kate being here and prevent Spencer making things uncomfortable.

I was under the assumption that Constance will also feel uncomfortable with his comment, but to my surprise, she chuckles lightly. For a second, I thought she's laughing because of the sight of Spencer receiving pain from Kate. "Thanks, Spencer. I also hope to have some fun," Now she's saying that to tease me. I can't believe I'm friends with these bullies. Speaking of bullies, I have a feeling Constance is the girl in high school that defends people from getting bullied. It's the opposite of what she is today, but at least I know she's just bullying me for the sake of her mischief attitude. "Anyway, how about you two? What are you guys doing together?" Ah, there's the "I will defend you from bullying" attitude.

Spencer was about to open his mouth to say something, but Kate beats him to it. "I was about to show Spencer the door," Even I agree at Spencer's sudden flinch at her answer.

"That's funny, Spencer have already been in your apartment before, I'm pretty sure he knows where the door is." There's something about having Constance by my side awakens the mischief part of my soul. As I blurt out those words out of me, Constance gives out a gasp of air as if she just hit by a truck of realization.

"Well, yeah, I was just being a good host to escort him out the door." Kate flashes us a quivering smile, although the smile looks suspicious, I'm impressed on how Kate seems to handle the situation that's slowly crumbling down.

Spencer, on the other hand, looks hurt, and I immediately feel bad for the man. "But you said that we're going to eat at your favorite restaurant," Oh, even his voice sounds like he's in pain. Whether he's a great actor who exaggerates everything or he's genuinely hurt. If it's the latter, I hope Kate notices. But if it's the former, then he's just doing this to annoy Kate. I swear, seeing these two talking to each other is better than reading a section in a romance novel where both the hero and heroine are having a witty conversation.

"Wait a minute!" Both me and the potential couple in front of us jump from Constance sudden shout. She raises a finger and waves between Spencer and Kate, "Are you two on a date?" This will be interesting. Give Constance the opportunity to blurt both of our conclusion towards the very obvious couple in front of us.

Kate answered "No" at the same time as Spencer said "Yes". I'm right there on the edge of the cliff, balancing myself from trying not to fall and laugh into the oblivion. Both Constance and I cross our arms over our chest and squint our eyes at the couple in front of us. "Which one is it?" Constance quirks up an eyebrow before I could even think to respond.