Programmed for Pleasure (Pyschological Romance)

『Chapter 4』

Warning: If you don't want to read, smut skip this chapter or don't.

"What would you like to order?" The waiter asks.

"I would like a steak and potatoes, and she will have a ceasar salad, right Abel,"He orders our meals

"Yes."I answer

"Good, i will bring your food soon,"

The waiter says before heading back into the kitchen. I actually wanted pasta, but a salad will be okay.

"Abel, tell me about yourself."

"What do you want to know?"

"Everything," Nathaniel says

"Mmh, well, I'm Abel Nowka, I'm 19 years old,
I'm from Germany. I am half Israelian and half German. I'm not jewish religiously, but I am ethnically. "He listens while I talk.

"Where do your parents live?"

He asks. It's a little personal considering that I don't like talking about them.

"Oh well, they are dead,"

"Both"

"Yes."I say with a straight and unbothered face

"I'm sorry."He apologizes

I hate it when people apologize after I tell them that I'm an orphan, it's not like their apology is going to bring my parents back.

"No need to apologize it's not like you killed them,"

"Here's your food."The waiter cuts in breaking the awkwardness that had developed. He put our food on the table.

"Please enjoy," the waiter says

"Thank you,"

"Do you want a taste of my steak?" Nathaniel asks me

"No, I'm okay,"He starts cutting his steak into four parts and puts one of them on my plate.

"Eat,"he said

"Yes."I cut it, take a bite, chew, then swallow it. I look up to see Nathaniel smiling at me.

"It's nice, thank you," I say

"Tell me a joke," He asks

"A joke, umm...... what's your name?"

"Nathaniel"

"Whats this?" I ask, pointing to my nose

"Nose."

"And what and I holding"

"Nothing," He responds

"Nathaniel nose nothing," I say with a smile

He let's out a slight chuckle

"Lol," He says. My eyes immediately open wide

"What did you just say?" I question him

"Lol," He repeats

"You didn't tell me you were a cool dilf," I say, my face still confused with him trying to be "cool."

"I'm very cool, and second, I'm flattered. You think I am a dilf,"

"You are very attractive for your age. The girls in class drool over you," 

"Sadly, I'm not really interested in them, but there is a person I would like to get to know more,"

"Then she must be very special," I say, trying to exit the topic slowly. Frankly, I don't really want to hear about his mystery girl. I mean, would you like to hear the man you like talk about another girl?