Forehead Kisses (ONGOING)

Part Six

     After finding a seat, a waiter handed us the menu and my eyelids just flung open. There were these names and food that I have never seen or even heard of. Ever. And the prices of these babies...? "Woah," my eyes squinting at each digit and alien word it stumbles upon. Then I noticed that this was a European-based restaurant.  Italy... France... Greece...

Damn.

     "Are you sure you can afford this?" I asked, flipping each page just to find the cheapest dish there is. "I strongly believe I can." He flashes another confident smile. His onyx black eyes were now glimmering with delight.

     Note to self: Stay away from this unearthly beautiful creature.

     I was still flipping pages until I noticed that he was watching me for the whole time. One hand propped under his chin while the other was tucked on the table. He must be a daily diner here then since he seems to know what he's ordering for and how he talked to the girl in the entrance made me think that way too.

     "Do you want me to order for you?" he suddenly asked after five minutes of me boiling into the damn menu. What should I say? "Wow. Oh, yeah sure, Mr. Hot Stuff. You should've asked me that earlier instead of staring right through my very soul while my poor eyes scorch themselves in food I can't afford. You could've saved me from getting a seizure you know... because I was so damn clueless of half of what the fucking menu just fucking revealed to me. Geez... you can't feed me with your beautiful face and cute vacant stares forever."? Scratch that last part. It's too cheezy.

     "Yes please," placing a fake grin in my face. "Good. Cause I am starving," he said.  Asshole.

     My stomach just took the words right out of my mouth when he raised his hand, addressing a waiter. He looked at me and chuckled. "That-" pointing directly at me "is one ferocious tummy." I felt myself blush.The waiter came and took our order. He somehow addressed the guy 'Stanford' and whispered something in his ear. "Very well, Sir," and scurried off.

     "How can you even afford this? I mean... it's not like you completely own the place," I said. His hands were on the table now, clutched firmly together. I looked straight at him while he just bats his eyes and curled his lips to a grin. He strangely kept quiet for a couple of seconds but then I realized why.

     "No way!" I leaned forward with surprise. "Yes. Yes way," he seemed to be getting my idea. "You're kidding!" I said.

     "No, I'm not."

     "You mean you're... you're Severus Pembleton. The freakin' Severus Pembleton! " I put both of my hands on the table and inched my face a little more closer to his. "Yeah?" he said smoothly. Then I realized he was leaning a bit closer, too. Too close. I retired back to the original distance of our heads. "You're brother is way hotter, by the way."

     He gave me a smirk... one damn sexy smirk. "So if my brother is hotter... that still means I'm hot, right?" He shot me a flirtatious glare.

     Sly and self-indulgent , this one.

     Food was served on our table before I got a chance to answer back. I dug in after every plate was there. I looked at him and found him staring at me. He looked away, hand covering half of his face, grinning to himself. "You look so cute when you eat," he said hesitantly looking over to me.

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     Hello there, minna. As you notice (obviously) I'm somewhat of a Potterhead lately. I just watched the whole series for the third time in 5 years. So... what do you think of Sev? And... of Liz? Well, let me know in the comments, OK? This is still the beginning and I have tons of ideas on what I think is going to happen for the next chapters. Ta-ta !

Aiyra xx