The Unnamed Journey

Chapter 3

Cassie's POV:

What's with this guy? I thought. First he stares at me intently, and then stumbles while giving his order. And oh, his smile. Damn, that was impressive. But I was too tired to show any interest. Especially not after his 'keep the change' thing. What does he think of himself? I don't care how wealthy he is. Well, sure he is. He carries a damn bodyguard with him, man.

Anyways, I'm not the type who would take such meaningful, useless tips. On a second thought, I should have taken it. Maybe I just overreacted. Okay, whatever. I think too much, agh!

He sat on the very first table from my counter. He looked approximately of the same age as mine. Oh great, he was doing it again. I already caught him looking at me thrice in the past few minutes. He was apparently my customer so I had to deal with him nicely, giving fake smiles every time. Don't fall for me, you spoilt brat. Because I won't fall for your looks.

After exactly ten minutes, his phone rang. Then he got up, and put the phone on hold. He waved at me as a goodbye gesture. He had this cute, yet mischievous smile on his face. What was he up to? I wasn't going to be kidnapped, right? We had just met and he was treating me like an old friend.

"I'll come again. Bubye." With this, he left the cafe while returning back to his phone call.

I hurriedly finished up my left over work and soon it was 8pm. I glanced outside. The windows had become damp and sweaty. It had started raining. I wore my long coat and borrowed an umbrella from the cafe staff room.

As soon as I stepped out of the cafe, a cold breeze went through me. But I liked it. The air was refreshing. The aroma of the rain had spread everywhere.

I opened up my umbrella. The water droplets fell like they simply couldn't think of anything better to do. There was a laziness about them, as if they could barely be bothered to conform to the will of gravity. Thank God, it was anything, but a mean rain.

I walked a few blocks away from the cafe. Chills were running down my spine due to the weather. These were just some post winter things. After a few minutes of walking, I reached home.

I took out my apartment keys while shaking off the water from my hair. I unlocked the main door, put my rain coat on the hanger, threw my things on the couch and jumped on the bed.

Unexpectedly, the first thing that came to my mind was that weird guy from the cafe. Now that I was relaxing on my bed finally, my mind diverted to him.

He had pitch black hair neatly combed and gelled, just like he had come out of a beauty parlor. He was tall, and okay, I would have to admit, handsome too. Whenever our eyes would meet, I could see that grey colour which seemed to have watching me with affection. The shape of his face showed proper finesse. His expensive looking clothes added stars to his good looks.

He might have been a spoiled son of a wealthy father carrying bodyguards and roaming around to impress girls. Okay, I need to stop thinking about him, I thought. I hope he never appears in front of me again. Or maybe, I was hoping the total opposite of it.