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"Damn, that's one of the hottest things I ever laid my eyes on," Imogen drawled out dreamily, her eyes trained on your hunched-over figure at the corner table as she hugged a dishcloth to her quite sizable chest.

I spared her a glance before settling my curious eyes back on you. It was a little ridiculous, how I  was watching you behind the wall that hid the counter so you wouldn't see. It felt like high school all over again. Though on another level of creepiness since I was twenty-one and Imogen's twenty-four with a steady two-year boyfriend who worked as a bank teller.

But that didn't stop us from ogling at the marvelous beauty of your disheveled state just like freshmen seeing senior jocks running on football fields for the first time. Never mind that I had to wipe the floors again after all the mud that your shoes left, or that you'd probably leave a stain on the plush white cushion seat of the cafe. You were a sight to see, a good one at that, and it was enough for me to shed some rationality that was left of me.

As superficial as it may sound, your breathtaking looks really lured me in. It felt like a strong magnetic pull that caught my metallic heart into your trap. But what made me stay, what made the connection stronger was this curiosity that sparked within me. It was something I couldn't fathom—I couldn't explain in words why your mysterious vibes and aura piqued my interest. It had been awhile since the last time I felt anything like this, not even a inkling of attraction toward all the men who tried to ask me out, but you...

I wasn't some girl that was thirsty for adventure. I was reserved, quiet, rational and absolutely scared. I abhorred things that would be in the most inconvenient situations that needed a lot of explaining and fixing later on. But why did someone like you, who obviously nurtured a dangerous persona enthrall me?

"He seems okay," I told Imogen, trying to make my voice as neutral as possible.

She snorted loudly beside me, obviously not believing my lie. "Well, if that's okay for you, then I can't wait to see what's gorgeous in your world."

She didn't have to, you were beyond that. But that was my secret to forever keep.

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"Excuse me, can I have some extra napkin?" you asked, suddenly appearing before me.

Startled by your presence, I quickly bolted upright from my seat behind the counter and dropped the book I was reading. "Oh! I'm so sorry," I said, frantically sweeping the fallen blonde strands off my face as I crouched down to pick up the book from the floor.

"Yeah, it's okay. You good down there?" you said with a light chuckle. You had your arms crossed over your muscular chest.

I laughed a little —albeit the fact that I knew the sound of my laughter wasn't attractive at all—standing up to meet your eyes (though I quickly looked away when I met them). "Yeah. Just startled and all."

You nodded, the small smile on your face unwavering. For a second or two, I was stunned by the sight of your smiling face. Truth be told, in the almost one hour that I studied you behind my book, I actually expected you to come of as someone rude and a little cold. It was the piercing and the dark clothing that made up that conclusion but here you were, standing in front of me with a friendly smile pasted on your gorgeous face as if we were long time friends.

It made the school-girl inside of me feel extremely giddy.

The sudden sound of you clearing your throat pulled me out of my daze. I looked back up at you in question, quickly avoiding your eyes again. "Um, can I help you?"

Your brows shot up in and you looked at me with half-bewilderment and amusement as you took in my confused state. "Napkins?"

Napkins?

"Oh." I slowly nodded my head, avoiding your eyes as I cursed under my breath. "Oh."

Stupid. Gosh, I'm so stupid.

To say I was embarrassed was putting it lightly. I was completely mortified by the fact that I forgot to give you the napkins that was the main reason why you approached me. And the deep blush that felt as hot as a newly poured mug of hot chocolate that I felt on my cheeks was the proof.

"I'm so sorry again! I uh—" I frantically turned around to grab a couple of napkins from the rack and hastily handed placed them in your outstretched hand. "Here. I'm so sorry again."

Your soft chuckles were heard through the empty cafe and I was half glad that Imogen chose this very moment to go to the washroom to fix her make-up.

I felt it, the tickles that traveled through my arm as your reached out to grab the napkin from me. Your cold fingertips grazed mine, stirring my long sleeping heart awake. I had to look away to steady my breaths.

"Thanks," you drawled out, and my eyes snapped back at you as you searched for something. Your lips curved into a small smile when your eyes landed on my name tag. "Serenity. Nice name. Suits you."

With that, you turned on your heel, grabbed your unfinished cup of Wintermelon tea, your guitar case and headed out of Infusion with the bells chiming after you. And then there was me, left all alone in a dazzled state with my mouth wide open and my heart in a frenzy. Damn.

"Hey, where's Hottie?" Imogen asked while searching the room, suddenly appearing beside me. Her lips were a shade darker and her red hair was now pulled up in a bun.

"He left," I whispered and she only pouted.

Yes, you indeed left me breathless and I didn't even know your name.