Her and the Basketball Champion

chapter 18

Jonas

I walk through the doors of the Cafe, looking around to find an empty table. At this time of the day, it's packed, since many people finish work and school and come here to socialise and get homework done before the evening.

I sit down next to the window and run my hands through my hair, leaning back in my seat to relieve some of the stress.

I just found out that I'm majorly failing one of my classes at school, history. My teacher advised me to take a break from basketball so I can spend more time trying to up my grades, but basketball is my life. It's the only thing that I really enjoy.

But I guess I'm going to have to sacrifice it, just for a while, so I can get back on track. Hopefully, it won't be that bad.

I glance up when I feel a presence beside me.

I look her up and down, my eyebrows furrowing at her clothes. She's wearing the Cafe apron, so she must have gotten a job here recently.

Her hijab is matching the all black outfit she's wearing and her face has a small smile on it.

"Would you like anything?" She asks me. Her voice is soft and I can't help but think back to earlier on when she bumped into me. Her voice was so different then. Tired and cold. Nothing like what it is now.

"Um, yeah. A coffee please, princess." I decide to take advantage of her change in behaviour and annoy her a bit. I smirk when she grimaces, clearly irritated at the use of my nickname for her.

"I do have a name you know." She tells me.

"I know, Lizzie."

"Hey, you don't get to call me that." Her face morphs into on of complete annoyance as she looks at me. I can't help but take in her features.

Her nose is scrunched up and her lips are forming a frown on her face. Her cheeks and turning a light shade of red and I just want to reach out and touch them.

"Why not, princess? Is it illegal?"

"To me it is." She rolls her eyes and sticks up her middle finger as she walks away, probably going to get my coffee.

I watch her back as she walks away, noticing how she's limping slightly. She must have hurt her foot.

I keep an eye on her movements behind the counter as she stands in front of the coffee machine and then turns to grab a cup from the shelf to her right. Her movements seem professional and practiced, and I can't help but stare at her as she does her thing.

I sound like a creep, but honestly I can't help myself.

She bends down to grab something from a shelf near the floor, I'm guessing, and then stands back up, placing the mug of coffee on the little saucer as she starts to walk back over to me.

I grin at her, keeping my eyes glued to her face, watching as she concentrates on trying not to spill the coffee. Her eyebrows are furrowed and her lips are slightly pouted. She looks cute.

"You look cute when you're concentrating, princess." I'm surprised that I actually say those words, and my grin turns into a smirk as I see her start to blush slightly. I'm sure there's redness all over her neck, but I can't see it because of her headscarf.

"Shut up." She replies, as she places the coffee down in front of me and steps back, eyeing me suspiciously.

"Anything else for you, sir?" She says with a small smirk growing on her face.

My body tenses as she looks at me and I can feel heat spread up through me as I take in her words. She's so fucking cheeky. I love it.

"No thank you, princess. If I need you, I'll call you." I wink and grab the coffee mug from in front of me, taking a sip all while keeping my eyes locked onto hers. Her eyes follow my every motion and I can't help but feel nervous under her gaze. She has this look on her face that I can't read, and it's making me feel weird things.

She clears her throat and turns around, walking away back to the counter to serve some more customers who have just entered the Cafe.

My eyes drift to the window, but every once in a while, I can't help them from wondering back towards her.

hey guys, sorry for the short chapter and lack of action, but it's probably one of my favourites so far.
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