Who Is He?

Chapter Six • Pretty Face

It's the weekend and I keep trying to call Iris but she doesn't pick up.

Was I really that harsh

Whatever, I put my phone away and head to the nearest coffee shop.

I'm hit with the smell of coffee grinds as I walk in.

The shop isn't that full but it still feel homely.

I go to the counter and give the waiter my order and then go to sit in a corner.

I place my bag down and pull out my journal as I sit down.

I then also plug my earphones in and start writing and doodling here and there.

About 15 minutes pass and a  waiter comes to my table with my order of coffee and chocolate cake.

He smiles at me shyly and places my order down, I smile back,"Thank you".

Surprisingly, he blushes and nods his head, then quickly walks back to the counter.

I manage to catch the name on his nametag before he leaves.

>Tyler... he's pretty cute.

I snort quietly and then go back to what I was doing.

Without my notice, the familiar blonde boy walks into the coffee shop seeming quite tired.

Xavier doesn't notice me, and I don't notice him, again.

He goes up to the counter and quickly orders some coffee and goes to the corner of the counter to wait for it.

He leans against the counter and yawns into his arm tiredly.

He then rests his arm on the corner and puts his head on his hand.

He looks around and then looks right at me, he looks away until his eyes widen and he slips of the counter with a thud.

He quickly gets up and straightens up and quickly looks at me to make sure i didn't see.

He seems unsure of whether to approach me or not.

He then decides.

He raises his hand and opens his mouth to call me, but before he could do so, the waiter, Tyler, calls his name to give him his order.

He sighs but goes to take it, he places it on the counter and walks toward my table until he trips (again) and ends up falling right into me.

I am caught off guard but quickly notice the blonde hair and grab his arm to keep him and myself steady.

He looks up at me sheepishly and straightens up quickly and blushes while scratching the back of his neck.

He then speaks,"I'm so sorry about that, it seems I'm always falling for you", he gives me a smirk and I'm immediately shocked by the change.

Wasn't he just flustered a minute ago-

Now it was my turn to blush, I laugh quietly,"It seems so, you should be more careful, wouldn't want you to hurt your pretty face".

Two can play this game, pretty boy

woah, where did that come from-

He blushes but smirks and leans against my table to look at me,"Ohh, so you think my face is pretty?".

I look at the time and pack my stuff up while only giving him a small hum.

He seems eager for a proper answer and he follows me as I walk towards the exit,"What, uh- what does that mean?".