The love song we never wrote

chapter four

Breakfast here is breakfasting. We are sitting at the same table like we did yesterday and the view today is even more gorgeous.
"I had a dream  about Daisy dating and I woke up and for like five minutes I thought that it was real." Sarah what?
"Not to burst your bubble but Daisy isn't dating." I try to hide the smile on my face because I had a very similar dream.
"Good morning ladies." Who's... oh it's Eli.
"Daisy, I just came to remind you about the seminar in hour and a half." Does he think I'm stupid.
"Eli it's literally on my schedule." He doesn't say anything just stares at me.
"Oh it is? Well I didn't want you to forget." The biggest grin is on his face.
"Well then ladies enjoy your breakfast, see you later love." He called me love in front of my friends my guy we know each other for less than 24 hours. Where's my croissant? I look over my shoulder into the direction that Eli walked in and I see my croissant in his hand. If he steals my food one more time I will steal his guitar.
" "I just didn't want you to forget." My guy is totally making up excuses to talk to you." Sarah and her delusion.
"And the way he called her love. You sure you two aren't dating?" Libby even more delusional then Sarah.
"He literally stole my food." I'm looking at the empty spot on my plate where my croissant used to be a minute ago.
"Girl here have mine now go on and date him." I got a croissant that's something.
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I'm running down the hallways of the hotel because I'm already ten minutes late. But it really isn't at all my fault if Sarah insisted on putting my hair into a high ponytail and then braiding them. I enter the hall that we're in and even tho nobody notices that I'm late I still fell like everyone's eyes are on me. I make my way to Eli that's sitting with an empty chair beside him, his guitar on his thigh and eyes looking at his phone.
"And when I reminded her so she would forget she told me "It's literally on my schedule" and still she managed to be late." He only looked up from his phone and at me halfway tru his speech.
"Look Sarah wanted to braid my hair and I never say no to her but I apologize for being late." And for a moment I genuinely think that he's mad at me.
"No it's actually not a big deal because you gave me time to look up songs that we could do on sunday." The smile is back and I fell lighter knowing that he's not mad at me. I take my guitar out of the case before taking a seat beside him.
"Can I ask you a question?" Ow that doesn't sound good.
"Sure, hit me." And I'm counting the seconds in my head before he ask me.
"Do you have a tattoo on your back?"  Okay not that bad of a question. And that confirms Libby's statement yesterday that he checked me out when he walked away.
"I actually do yeah." Don't ask how or why please.
"Oh really I noticed it yesterday and then I thought nahhhh she's probably not old enough to have a tattoo. And now my question is how can you have a tattoo if you're underage?" I don't think that that's a story that's appropriate for a happy guitar seminar.
"A short version is that my mom knew how much these words helped me get through the toughest of times so she let me have it." Okay girl you explained it well without telling to much.
"That's nice. I actually always wanted a tattoo but even now that i'm eighteen I probably wouldn't go get one." Op Op that's the sound of the police. Now any fantasies that may have formed in my head in this past not even 24 hours definitely need to go.