Steal My Girl

CHAPTER 8 - MOMENTS

"I cannot hide this even though I try. Heartbeats harder, time escapes me. Trembling hands, touch skin. It makes this harder"

CHAPTER 8 - MOMENTS

"It's cool to have you here." He said flatly. He extended his right hand and offered me a handshake.

For the sake of being polite, I took it and forced a smile. "It's my pleasure to be here."

When our hands touched, I felt that familiar feeling again. It's not good. I knew I had to stay away from him if I wanted to keep my heart safe. So with that, I quickly pulled away. I could feel my heart racing and my cheeks burning as I prayed for this moment to end.

I could feel Tommo's eyes watching me, searching even. He was staring at me with a look that I had never seen before. I had no idea what was running in his head. There's a part of me that wants to know what he's thinking, but the bigger part of me doesn't.

Seriously, I felt like he could see right through me and into my soul. I was almost afraid he could read the panic in my head, too. This made me feel uneasy, but I didn't know how to walk away from this situation without making it awkward.

Thankfully, it was him who first broke the silence. "So, I think I'm disturbing something here, huh." He pointed between Harry and I, with a knowing look in his eye. "I should go now. Enjoy!" He said the last word with a smirk, before turning on his heel and walking away. He glanced between us one more time before leaving, and I could feel the weight of his sarcasm in the air.

I knew him long enough to differentiate between sarcasm and a genuine smile. He was trying to be the former, and I could tell.

My eyes followed him. He walked into the kitchen for a moment, and when he came out, he was already wearing an apron. After that, he went to the back of the cash register and started taking orders.

"That's what you'll do." Harry said, making me look at him again.

Have I been watching Tommo too much? Focus Emma!

"We all start with the basics, cash register and order taking. It's great practice and you'll learn a lot. Over time, we'll develop our extra talent. In my case, I developed my baking skills so I spent most of my time in the kitchen baking with Nana. Louis," Harry pointed at Tommo who was now making coffee as Nana took over the register. "Latte art, coffee, and milk frothing are his specialties. His art was one of the prides of this coffee shop. You'll know Louis is on duty if your coffee has art in it."

I looked at my coffee and there was no art in it. Harry laughed and said, "Yeah. I'm not very good at latte art. I asked Louis to teach me, but I guess I don't have the talent for that one."

I turned and laughed with him, and told him not to worry about it.

Harry was charming and his goofy sense of humor was cute. His smiles and laughs were contagious. And I felt my heart warm as we shared a moment of laughter together.

"At least you know how to bake," I pointed out. "Unlike me, I can only read recipes and stuff. But cooking and baking? Not me. I'm clumsy and a kitchen disaster!" I giggled.

Harry was just staring at me, an amused grin tugging at his lips. He shook his head and mumbled, "Beautiful disaster."

I blushed, feeling embarrassed and flattered at the same time. I wasn't used to being complimented, and I didn't know how to react!

The loudest and most demanding, but definitely the best cheerleader ever!

I internally rolled my eyes at the memory I had of that prat. That's not even a compliment! And why do I keep recalling these unwanted memories with him anyway? I should focus on the present.