Unrequited II F4 Thailand

Unnoticed

Ren took me out for our first official date. Even though, we've been spending most of our days together—I told him we hadn't done the actual dating part. We sat in this quaint breakfast café, where they sold mostly French delicacies. It had that romantic feel, with the smell of freshly baked baguettes or croissants. I took a sip of my latte, while Ren sat in front of me–texting on his phone. 

A waitress, dressed in a darling French maid outfit came to our table. She smiled as she places the plates in front of me, and a cappuccino cup in front of Ren. "Enjoy," she says before walking off with her brass tray holder.

"Thank you," I said. I licked my lips in excitement as I looked at the pastel macarons, yogurt glass pots with jam on the bottom, and candied fruits. I took a small croissant that had a light flaky top and chocolate syrup squiggled on top for design.  I gently tore at the center and revealed melted chocolate in the core. Before the chocolate spilled onto the plate, my mouth bit into the flaky, crispy warm pastry–my tastebuds enjoying the chocolatey experience. I closed my eyes to savor the flavors and went in for another bite. A smidge of chocolate wound up on the corner of my mouth. 

I expressed in delight, "This is so good." I look up at Ren watching me with a bemused look on his face. I licked my lips for any traces of crumbs or chocolate, "What?" 

He chuckled, "I'm glad you're enjoying the food." 

I looked at the plates and back at him, realizing he hadn't eaten anything, "Well, let's enjoy it together...why aren't you eating anything?" 

He took a sip of his cappuccino and said, "I don't usually eat breakfast." 

I narrowed my eyes, "You asked me out for breakfast...now you're saying you don't even eat breakfast."

Ren only drank his coffee in response.

"I ordered two of each." I pointed to the chocolate croissant, "This one, what is it? Uh...Pan–" 

"Pain Au Chocolat," Ren says in a French accent. I blinked, impressed at his pronunciation, "You can speak French?"

"Only a little," he says as he takes a bite of the yogurt. 

"Mm, how many languages can you speak?" I asked. Ren puts the little spoon for the yogurt down, on the tea plate. He says, "Three. Thai, English, and French. French, I learned since I constantly traveled there. I consider it my second home...once." A somberness casts over Ren's face before he shakes his head–dismissing whatever thought crossed his mind. 

"How about you?"

"You beat me to one. I only know Thai and English," I said. I took a sliced baguette with a sandwich knife and spread blackberry jam on it. I took a bite and loved the bit of saltiness mixed with the sweet jam. "Mmm," I sounded out as I ate all of it in one go. I felt the jam stain the corner of my lip again. I went for a napkin but before I could wipe it off, Ren brushes it off with his thumb. I froze as he looked at his finger and licked the jam off. He took a napkin, leaning slightly towards me, and wiped the rest off my mouth, "You're messy when you eat." 

I gulped as I watched him as he placed the used napkin and went back to eating his yogurt. Ren seemed unfazed as he said, "If you wanted French food, we could've flown to Paris last night and come back." 

My eyes widened in disbelief, "Why didn't you offer earlier?!" Ren shrugged and took a sip from his coffee again, "You suggested this café, I didn't want to turn you down." 

I was taken by surprise by his nonchalant attitude and wondered about the mass amount of wealth his family had. By default, he had. "It's fine. I don't think we should fly abroad for some breakfast," I clinked my ring against the porcelain cup. Ren nods, "All right."