Gypsy man

Please no

A faint buzz from my bedside table wakes me.

I reach for my phone. Declan is calling me.

He's one of my more real friends. "What the hell, man." I groan into my phone.

He laughs his heehaw laugh. "Good morning to you too, Hawkins."

"What do you want, Deck?"

"Aw nothing just wanna tell you that where gonna get coffee at nine. Rockets . Don't be late."
And he hangs up.

I force myself into the shower. Ten minutes later I meet my mother at the door as she leaves for work.

She gives me money for the coffee. As I open my wallet the bright orange and blue feather greets me safely tucked into a pocket.

The stranger's face fills my head. I shake him out and make my way to Rockets.

"Zander!" Tiffany and Natasha yell in unison and they run into my arms.

Tiff doesn't let go, instead she uses my black eye as an excuse to touch my face "Oh, Zandy what did you do?"

I smirk "You should have seen the other guy." I act like I get into a lot of fights and win. It's better than the truth.

"I'm sure you showed him hell." Declan comes up from behind her.

We head in side the cafe. We settle for a table at the back there's not many people here.

Tiff makes sure she sits next to me while Tash happily sits next to Deck.

They're holding hands, they're a couple.
Tiffany and I are not holding hands, we're not a couple.

I've never been in a relationship nor have I had romantic or sexual feelings for anyone in my seventeen years of existence.

Therefore I have never slept with anyone. Some girls make up stories about me sleeping with them and I just kinda go with it.

We all joke around while waiting for our orders.

A new customer enters the cafe, I hear girls gasping.

We turn our attention to the new customer. I gasp. We all gasp. It's the stranger from the train!

The young women in the cafe all look at him with big eyes. But he's not looking at them because he's smirking at me.

My friends returned their attention to our debate about world peace, but I don't pay them attention.

I can't help but stare as the gypsy sits down at a table where he has a clear view of me.

We didn't break eye contact until the waitress came with my cappuccino.

I didn't look back at him as I drank my cappuccino.
I didn't look as we paid the bill.
I only looked at him as we left, he was still looking at me and for some reason that felt pretty good.

I didn't see him for a week after that, so I plucked up the courage and went to Rockets on my own.

As I walked into the cafe I felt a wave of disappointment wash over me.

He's not here.

I sat down at a table for two and ordered a cappuccino.

I completely zoned out while I waited.

I did not hear the feminine gasps.
I did not see the incredibly hot man staring at me.
I only woke up when someone sat next to me.

"Your eye looks better." The gypsy's dulcet voice had a British accent to it.

"Well it's been a week." My voice is very high for someone reason.

"Did you miss me." He smirks. "N-no!" I croak. Fuck, what's happening to me?

The waitress comes to take his order. She looks so tense.

She almost falls when she walks away.

"Do you have that effect on all women." I comment to which he smiles.

"What is your name?"

"A-alexander. And and yours." I stutter.

"Lulian." He holds out his hand for me to shake.

I take it.

"Lulian?" Shit his face falters.

"I'm romanian." His voice goes scratchy and deep.

"I-I'm so s-sorry. I I didn't mean t-to of-fend you... . I-" I panic.

"It's okay. It's okay, Alex." The reassuring look in his eyes silences me.

I don't want to tell him not to call me that. That's wrong. I can't. That's the right word.

He has more to say. "I get that a lot. Lulian is basically Romania's take on Lucian and Julian, or something."

His hand is on my hand. His HAND is on MY hand. HIS HAND IS ON MY HAND.

stop panicking Alex.

He removes his hand. I did not see the waitress return with our drinks.

"Anything else I can can get you?" She completely forgot about me. He smiles at her.

"No thanks, just the bill." She blushes as she walks away. How can a strangely dressed man be so handsome.

"So, how old are you, Alex." He forgets about the waitress.

"S seventeen. And you?"

He frowns for a second before he half smiles at me. "28."

His voice is low and agitated.

"What!? You look so much younger !" I gasp.

At that he smiles again. "Thank you." I blush.

We kept talking for about an hour, somehow my cup got empty though I don't remember drinking anything.

Lulian told me about romania and explained a bit about gypsy's to me.

He walked me back to my front door.

As he left he did not ask my number and some part of me hated him for that.

Whoa Alex, why am I upset about that. Firstly he's 28, secondly HE'S 28, thirdly he's a man. I'm not gay. Am I?