Back to the Beginning

Chapter 4

"Hey! Hey, you!" I faintly heard a low voice, but I ignored it, not wanting to embarrass myself in case he wasn't talking to me.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, which made me whirl around to face whoever called me out. I came face to face to a gorgeous face. My jaw slacked and eyes widened a fraction, and I'm pretty sure I stayed like that for a few seconds.

God, could I be more embarrassing?

I snapped out of the daze I was in and tried to make direct eye contact. Taylor said that's a great way to make new friends, and for some odd reason, I wanted this guy to be my friend, even though I've never seen him before in my life.

I stare straight into his ridiculously blue eyes, almost getting lost in the golden specks that dot the deep, blue color. "Uh, hey, hi. Um, do I know you?" I asked stupidly.

Of course you don't know him, you idiot. You would've remembered someone like that...

"Uh, no, actually, but I wanted to thank you." He says, scratching the back of his neck, which made his muscles visibly flex underneath the tight, cotton shirt.

My throat went dry as I tried not to stare at this beautiful guy. He runs his hand through his silky, dark brown hair, tussling it around, giving him a messy, attractive look.

"Du-uhh, thank me? Tha-thank me for what exactly?" I ask, giving him a quizzical look, tucking a piece of my surely tangled hair behind my multiply-pierced ear.

I look around, trying to distract myself with the clothing and random objects hung in the shop windows in this part of town. A gust of wind passed us, making me wrap my cardigan tighter around my body and tugging my beanie further down to cover my ears.

He stared at me, as if one of the most cliché moments in history was about to happen.

Please, don't do it, it'll only make you cuter...

To my luck, he ignored my strong shiver and chattering of my teeth.

"Well, umm, a couple days ago, you were at that restaurant across the street right?" He says, pointing diagonally to where we were standing. I look the way he's pointing and see that he's pointing at Aqua's.

"Ah, yes, the semi-shmancy restaurant." I blurt out while staring at the sign that read in big, bold letters AUQA'S. I turn back to him with wide eyes, as if saying that I didn't mean to say that out loud.

He chuckled at my choice of adjectives for the restaurant, making my face turn crimson red with embarrassment.

"Yeah...that one." He laughed silently for a few seconds, then he raised an eyebrow, grinning at me, so I signal him continue. "Right, uh, well, my father told me that you helped him out quite a bit the other day. So, I wanted to personally thank you." He smiles politely.

"Who's your father?" I question him, gazing at him in pure adoration.

"That guy." He pointed behind me to a familiar old man. My eyebrows creased for a moment before shooting up in recognition. I grin at the old man from the restaurant and gave him a small wave of the hand and turned back to Mr. Perfect over here.

The old man caught up with us after a few moments and gave his apparent son a manly hug. It was too cute.

"Ahh, hello there, young lady." The man greets me with a grin on his face. His blue eyes seemed to match his sons, and some other facial features they shared made them look almost identical.

"Hi, how are you?" I greeted him, trying a little too hard to keep my gaze off his ridiculously beautiful son, but it's almost like I can feel Mr. Perfects gaze on me, burning a hole in my face.