Chapter 1

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It's 9pm and cold . The wind is breezing through her curly brown hair and her lips are quivering . Today had been a shitty day for Corry , she broke up with her boyfriend .... If you could even call him that . But that wasn't  the reason she was feeling depressed right now , it was because she had gotten a message from her father saying he was in town and that he wanted to see her . The thing is ,she didn't want to see his manipulative hypocritical bitchass face right now . Corry's parents divorced when she was 14 and she blamed it all on her father , he was so obsessed with women that he cheated on her mom 6 times ! 

He also hit her and her mother 

She could t stop thinking that she took the whoring around from him 

«  Like father like daughter I guess » she mumbled 

All Corry  wanted to do was get away from everyone , so she went to a random restaurant that was opened and entered .

The warm feeling of the  heater greeted her and her cold skin . A waitress walked her to her table and gave her the menu .

«  I don't know what to eat ... » Corry whispered to herself 

The menu looked appetising and all the desserts even more . 

She soon decided to get 3 desserts that looked tasty , she had a sweet tooth .

A few minutes later a tall waiter with brown eyes and brown hair came up to her .

«  Hi , can I get your order ... and your number » he smugly said while taking out his notepad from his pocket with his white boney fingers .

«  You can  get my order but not my number , I ask for the number . »

« Dominate one I see  »he wiggled his eyebrows 

« Stop being a creep  »

The boy rolled his eyes .

« Just ... what's your order »He snapped annoyed that she called him a creep

« I'll just have these three desserts » Corry pointed to them on the menu .

She took a tiramisu , a lemon tart and a lace chocolate cake .

He smirked « This ain't no contest  »

« and this ain't tinder  . » The young girl retorted back .

« Touché » 

The waiter winked and walked away .

What a prick 

She thought , but he was cute though . 

According to his name plate , he was Enzo.

Gosh why is such a cute boy so rude?


20 minutes later , Enzo came back with her food, she thanked him while saying his name 

«If you know my name I have to know yours » He asked playfully 

« If you must know .... it's nunya bizness » she smirked while raising her eyebrows 

« I'm serious »

«  Ok ok , it's Corry. »

« Pretty face , weird name though »

« Who are you to judge Enzo, don't you have a job to get back to ?» 

« You're not my boss » He scoffed and left

As much as the desserts were good , Corry couldn't stop thinking about Enzo . 

She saw him bringing food to a family of 6 . He was smiling to them . 

He really looked like a nice guy .

But she had just met him and it was the first time she had felt this weird feeling in her stomach before . 

She didn't know what that was but she knew she would be coming back .

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The young woman paid for the check and left , but before she could even begin  walking , Enzo ran to her as she was putting on her long brown coat .

«I didn't get your number !» 

«And you won't !» she replied sternly while adjusting the fabric on her skin 

«Ok but can I get your email ?»

«No»

«Snap?»

«No»

«Insta?»

«No»

«TikTok?»

«No»

«Why are you rejecting all my offers !»

Enzo stomped his feet like a little boy 

« Because they're creepy »

Corry was on the verge of laughing , he was such a kid 

« Dont worry ,I will be coming back soon» Was all she needed to say for him to come down 

« Good , don't take too long ... I might die out of nowhere and you won't see me anymore »

« I just met you, I wouldn't care if you died  » she joked 

Enzo fake laughed at her mean comment 


« Bye Corry »

«Bye bus boy »

Enzo chuckled and then walked back to the restaurant immediately getting screamed on by the manager .

Corry watched the scene in silence in the cold for a minute. She could see her cold breath in the air .

It was pretty chilly for an autumn night out but it was Canada .

 Corry then called a taxi driver who arrived a few minutes later . 

She got in and told him her address .

As he was taking her home , the young girl couldn't stop replaying the conversation in her head .

He smelled like peppermint and cinnamon.

She could tell something about him was special .


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