A Love Like Ours

Chapter Nine

“So? What did you think of today?” Justin asked from the other side of this long table, with many cute flowers surrounding a pink, long candle in the middle of it all. You wouldn’t even want to know how I reacted when I first saw what he’d planned and arranged for us in the restaurant―you’d totally die laughing.

Which is incredibly embarrassing to me, considering someone (Justin) had practically gone through that. Oh.

“Today was…nice.”

“Even with the paparazzi surrounding us?” He raised an eyebrow at me, giving me the feeling that he was testing me. Obviously I wasn’t fazed.

“Even with the paparazzi,” I agreed, sending a nod his way.

“I’m so glad,” he heaved a sigh of relief, throwing himself back against the leather chair. He had his eyes squeezed shut; nose scrunched up and mouth wrinkled together tightly, forming an overall look of him seeming like he was constipated.

As sick as this may sound, he actually looked unbelievably cute at the moment. He was like this attractive thing that you just can’t stop glancing at (in my case it’s staring at) every ten seconds. Really. Which meant I couldn’t keep my eyes off him.

Which meant it was a bad thing because before I could force myself to drop my gaze, his eyelids had already flew open and his big brown eyes were already boring right into my very own.

Which created awkwardness for me. My eyes instinctively averted themselves to somewhere else, while my insides were trying extremely hard to stop the tingles from spreading; my brain was trying to ignore the fact that he was chuckling to himself (probably over me, which is very embarrassing).

“Hi, would you want a fortune cookie?”

My head snapped up, only to allow my eyes take in a waiter who looked about Justin and my age, with ginger curly hair, big grey eyes and unobvious freckles on his cheeks, around his eyes. He looked cute, but evidently he couldn’t be compared to Justin. Realizing that I hadn’t answered for about a minute or so, my cheeks flushed as I cleared my throat. How very embarrassing. Wow, I’m so awkward and it’s for my worst. “Yeah, sure.”

He picked one out for me, before facing Justin, who, in return, only waved his hand dismissively shooing the waiter away from our table. He didn’t look pleased for some reason. I swear, I wasn’t staring at the waiter when I was observing his face! Ugh. I suck so much.

“Why didn’t you want one?” I asked, taking the cookie and placing it on my palm. I wonder what my fortune would be?

“Didn’t feel like it,” he shrugged his shoulders, “and you should probably eat that instead of just staring at it like you always do before doing something else.”

My cheeks burned from the fact that he actually noticed my stupid habits. Yeah, he was right―I’ve always had a habit of staring at something before doing what I’d intended doing to it. It’s really, well, dumb, to me.