Everyone's constant chatting were putting me on edge. Dani was bragging about this new dress she bought the other day, and how she was going to wear it to the party on Friday. I didn't say a word. Neither did Luke. He didn't seem like the most talkative guy. But who were I to judge? I wasn't much of a talker either.
Luke started shifting in his seat, leaning over to grab his bag from the bus floor. I did the same. As I looked up, Luke was already standing next to me, reaching his hand out in an imperative way. I jerked back a bit giving him a surprised look.
My eyes fluttered from his hand and back to his eyes inquiringly, and he gave me a slight nod in acknowledgment. I cautiously lifted my hand, and as I was about to touch the tip of his fingers, he rapidly intertwined his fingers in mine and pulled me up with a surprising force.
He started towards the bus door, not letting go of my hand, leaving me breathless behind him. He knew very well what he was doing, and so did I...
Drake guided us to a small eatery he had been talking about the entire bus ride. It wasn't much to look at, and it seemed pretty shabby from the outside. But as we stepped inside the entrance, I was hit by a wall of warmth. Drake lead us to a booth in the corner with a view to the busy street outside.
A lady in a striped apron approached us, fiddling with a ballpoint pen, resulting in dropping it to the ground. As she leaned down to pick it up again, she turned her buttocks in the direction of Drake, making him form a half smile, squinting his eyes.
Luke on the other hand, wasn't paying attention. He had his head in the clouds, staring blankly at something in the back of the facility. Boy how I wondered what thoughts went through his mind. The pensive look on his face shifted as his eyes moved to the ground. He still hadn't let go of my hand, and he kept it close to him. I tried to withdraw my hand from his grip, but he only tightened it, making me let out a whimper.
"What can I get you?" the lady cheered, bringing the pen to a tiny notebook she fished out from one of her pockets. I shuddered in disgust by seeing her face up close. Her makeup was terribly exaggerated. I could even spot traces of plastic surgery in her face.
Suddenly she looked at me with impatience. The only thing I was able to focus on was her eyebrows. She had shaved them off and tattooed them back on, I detested fake eyebrows. Anyway, her hair was dyed blonde, and that did not go well with black eyebrows.
"Do you want anything?" the sarcasm in her voice forced me back to reality.
"No I'm fine thanks" I said and sent her a friendly smile. My polite gesture didn't seem to affect her taunt as she just gave me a bored look.
"Anything else?" she asked, her eyes flickered over to Drake for a moment before chewing loudly at a piece of gum. Everyone shook their heads in silence.
A couple toddlers outside the window caught my eye. Laughing hysterically as they ran in between their mothers' legs. A stray dog was sniffing around the gutter at the other side of the road, probably following the smell of something interesting, maybe looking for food.
The reflection of a couple of gloomy eyes caught my attention. He had been watching me. I didn't know for how long, but he was surely not planning on looking away. His confidence scared me. How could he stare into my soul like that, without getting nervous? He confused me sometimes. More like most of the time.
Minutes later, the waitress arrived with our plates. Correction, their plates. I didn't order anything. I don't eat much. Mostly because I am trying not to gain weight. Yeah.. I know it's stupid of me, but I've got everything under control. It's not like I'm starving myself, I honestly eat way too much unhealthy food.
Luke must have noticed the way I stared at his plate, as he broke off a piece of his toast and handed it to me. My eyes wandered from his hand to his face, debating with my self whether to accept it or not.
It was stuffed with cheese, delicious cheese. My tongue swiftly swept over my upper lip. My eyes landed on the piece of toast again. I couldn't quite seem to decide which was more delicate. The toast, or his hands. Something just made me want to hold them in mine, but I shook it off. I reached for his hand, balancing the piece of bread between my fingers. My eyes travelled to his for a moment as I shot him a faint smile. He returned it, with a look of satisfaction on his face.
I held the toast in my hand examining it. As if there was a chance it could be poisonous. I finally brought it up to my mouth, and as I touched it with my tongue, a strange feeling shot through my body.
Considering the looks of the café, and the treatment we, especially I, got from the staff, I was positively surprised by the quality of the food. Drake probably only chose this place for their food. It's either that or he'd slept with one of the staff members.
The others were chatting uncontrollably, but I felt like I didn't have anything to say to them. To any of them. Luke kept rather quiet though, not making any effort to hide the way he looked at me. Maybe I should talk to him? No! A terrible idea.
"You know I don't appreciate the way you stare at me" the words came stumbling through my mouth. At first he looked fairly stunned, but as he slightly tilted his head backwards, his lips parted in a toothy grin.
"What are you gonna do about it?" he teasingly whispered leaning over the table, balancing his head in his hands. His lips formed into a half smile with a certain gaiety.
"Do you frankly believe that I'm going to fall in love with you?" The words just continued falling out of my mouth, unable to control them. I felt the corners of my lips forcing me into smiling. He leaned even closer, if that is possible at all.
"If you haven't already, you will" his lips were moments away from mine as he whispered the words, audible for my ears only. "But I'm quite certain it's too late to go back now love" he leaned back again, crossing his arms against his moving chest. I felt the other's eyes on us, but I pretended not to care.
