The Don's Princess

Encounter

Hailey's POV

"You think so?"

I'm not sure what to do. With Ash laughing beside me, I freeze in place. She's breathtaking, I'm unsure of what to say.

"You're pretty," I find it in myself to force out a compliment. Her dark eyes pierce mine, her frame much taller than mine, I can tell she's a few inches taller than me even though I'm seated. I can feel her stare on the top of my head, and to say I'm intimated is the least.

"Thank you, you're prettier," she lightly smiles, and my heart melts.

"Oh, how I wish that was true," I whisper to myself, barely audible.

I look up at my friend who's looking at me with a "knowing" look. I raise a brow at her, and she rolls her eyes.

"Ria?" the server calls, and she collects her drink.

Stretching over me, she whispers, "it is true," and before I got the chance to respond, she leaves. My eyes follow her through the door.

"When yuh done drool, mek mi know," Ash hisses, and I can't help but smile.

"Did you see her?" I whisper just loud enough for only her to hear.

"Afta mi nuh blind," she says, and I just know it's because she's getting impatient.

"Ash and Tubs?" The server calls, and her frown is replaced with a smile. My assumption was correct.

"Thank you," I tell him, collecting both cups. Handing hers to her, she digs in immediately.

"Cho him jus tek long suh," she hisses once more, and I laugh.

"Yuh nuh know how fi wait eno young girl, how yuh suh miserable?"

She rolls her eyes at me, and we walk out the exit door.

"Where to next?"

"Sakura den we can go home or roun a ville guh chill," I answer her question.

Walking under the burning rays of the sun that I'm sure is right above my head, a few minutes pass, and we're standing in front of the building with the always flashing Sakura sign. 

Heading inside, she takes a seat, and I join the line. With about 8 people in front of me, I decided to do a little idle scrolling on Instagram.

"We meet again," a voice deeper than mine says from behind me. I recognize the voice, but I don't turn around in case I'm not being spoken to. Just to save myself from embarrassment.

"That's rude," she speaks again, and I confirm I'm the one being addressed.

"What is?" I ask, my voice shaking. I don't know why I'm so nervous about speaking to a girl.

"Umm, I don't know... maybe being ignored while I'm speaking," she says, sarcasm lacing her tongue, and I smile, blushing from embarrassment.

Imagine yah try avoid embarrassment and end up deh anyway.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know I was the one being addressed," I tell her truthfully. Playing with my fingers, looking down at my shoes.

I look up  at her for a few seconds, getting lost in her eyes. She's breathtaking. Her black dress compliments her dark complexion really well.

"Oye guh up inna d line nuh, yuh stand up a chat," a man shouts from the back of the line.

"If you don't have the patience to wait, go somewhere else. She's not next in line to get served anyway so she can stand here as long she wants. Perhaps I thought freedom of speech was a right," she responds for me. She handled that better than I would. Not another word was heard from the man, and my heart smiles.