𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭

15

"Where are we going?" I asked Mr. Matthews as he held the door open for me. He waved Gloria goodbye and looked down at me and replied, "It's just a café about 15 minutes away. Nothing that special." 

I smiled at his response, "Lead the way then, Spencer." 

He returned the smile and led me to his car, not the same one as before. This one was a white Porsche, lined with leather interior. He opened the door for me and I thanked him and stepped him. He then closed the door and  went on his side and stepped in. With the push of a button, the car started up and we were ready to go. 

"Do you have everything you need?" He asked me, putting the car in drive ready to drive off.

I checked my purse, "Yeah, we can go." 

He nodded and put one hand on the steering wheel, his elbow on the hand rest. It was a comfortable silence, the one that didn't need nothing more, nothing less. 

We arrived at the café and he got out of the car and opened the door for me. I thanked him for his actions and we entered into small building. The scent of freshly baked goods roamed through the air, giving it a cozy vibe. There was a fireplace with two beanbags which were occupied by two people engaged in conversation, sipping what I would assume was coffee. 

"Welcome to Khayla's Korner! How can I help you today?" A voice beckoned to us from behind the cashier. I walked up to the station and greeted her, Spencer behind me at all times. 

I looked up at Spencer, who was looking back at me with a slight smile on his face, "I don't know what to get." 

"Can I order for you then?" I nodded, "Are you allergic to anything?" I shook my head.

"She'd take Spaghetti Bolognese along with a slice of cheesecake please. Can I also have Crab & Shrimp Rice and a box of glazed cinnamon rolls?" 

She took the order, "Your total will come up to 65 dollars." Before I could pull out my money to pay, he handed a black and gold credit card to her. 

While he was typing in the pin to his account, all I focus on was the way his fingers moved gracefullly along the card machine. After the transaction was completed, he looked back at me "You don't have to worry about paying me back. I'm the one treating you."

I smiled at him and we stood at the cashier until the waitress brought us our order. We thanked her and she nodded her head, getting back to work starting to serve someone else.

We took a seat at a booth under an antique chandelier. "So, what do you think?"

"It's really pretty here, honestly. It has a homey vibe, plus it smells like cinammon in here."

He laughs at my response, "So, we can come here again?"

We. A term I heard a lot but it never meant much. But with him, it meant something.

"Yeah." I agreed.

"Let's eat now. You should try the cheesecake first." He suggested.

"Cheesecake before the actual meal?" I raised my eyebrow.

"A bite won't kill you."

I took up the fork and cut the tip of the cake off. I slowly put it in my mouth and hummed to myself at the taste.

"Good, right?" He askes as he started eating his own meal. I nodded my head and placed the cake to one side, wanting to eat the actual food before the dessert.

We both ate in silence, the occasional sound of the cultery and the plates clashing but that was about it.

A waitress came to our booth, "Good afternoon, are you both finished?"

I nodded my head at her before he looked to Spencer, placing the biggest broadest smile on her face. He raised an eyebrow at her, with no sign of emotion on his face.

"Oh, your Spencer right? I heard so much about you."

"It's Mr. Matthews to you." He said, still maintaining his composure.

She smiled at him, still pressing on a conversation which was clearly going no where.

"Can we maybe go out sometime? The bar down the street maybe?" She offered, shrugging her shoulders a little. "You could even bring your little friend." signalling to me.

I eyed her, "Are you here to do your job or ogle over a guy who has no interest in you?"

She turned to me, her irriation plastered on her face. She opened her mouth to say something but I quickly beat her to it, "Stop looking for a quick fuck and move the fuck from infront of me." I smiled at her.

She glared at me before strutting away, moving her hips with every step.

I looked at Spencer who was looking at me, with a smirk on his face.

"Cursing infront of your boss, really Mrs. Andrews?"

"Had to. She was a bitch." I shrugged my shoulders.

"Are you ready to leave?" He asked and I nodded.

He held the box as I got up and opened the door for him as his hands were full. I did the same when we were at the car. We were both then in the car.

"Parisa?" He called to me as he was reversing

"Yeah?" I looked over at him, examining  the way his hands would grip the steering wheel occasionally.

"May I take you to dinner?"