City of Secrets

Chapter 3: The first day

"NAT" Kari yelled from the other side of my door.
"What?" I groaned.
"Time to go! Come on!" She yelled.
I groaned again and slowly sat up in bed. I rubbed my eyes and flung my legs over the side of the bed. I got dressed, and brushed my hair. I jogged out of the room and met everyone in the kitchen.
"You ready?" Leslie asked.
"Yeah," I said half asleep.
"I made coffee for you," Kari said.
She gave me a mug filled with the bitter hot liquid. I smiled in appreciation and gulped as much as I could down. It worked to the point to where I could have a conversation without my eyes slowly closing. Trina was on her phone texting someone while Leslie and Kari were going over their list of stuff to do. I traced the rim of the coffee mug with my finger, waiting for something to happen, or someone to say something. It was silent a bit longer.
"Marks coming with us today," Trina stated.
"Ok. I think we have everything figured out," Kari said ignoring Trina's statement.
"But we've got to get going, like now!" Leslie said.
"Then let's go!" I said.
We hurried out the door.
"Ugh! These bags are heavy!" I complained. I ended up carrying Kari and Leslie's bags while Mark carried Trina's.
"We'll stop at the restaurant up here," Kari said pointing to an Italian place not to far from us. I exhaled in relief.
"Do you need help?" Mark asked.
"No I'm fine! You have a lot to carry yourself," I pointed out.
He stayed behind the group, steering clear of Trina's gaze.
"Ok, but if you need help just say something," he said.
I smiled. He was a sweet guy.
"Thanks," I replied.
He smiled in response. We silently walked for a while.
"So, where are you guys from?" He asked breaking the silence.
"Washington," I replied.
"Cool. I'm from Chicago," he stated.
"Really? I've always wanted to go there, but I've never had time," I told him.
"I'll have to take you some time," he offered. I looked at his face to see if he was flirting or just being friendly.
"Sounds fun," I said still unsure.
We walked into the restaurant and sat in a booth. Leslie and Kari sat together, and Trina sat across from them, and she put her bags in the seat next to her so no one could sit by her. You would think she would've wanted Mark to sit by her. Mark and I needed up getting our own table in the corner of the restaurant. We ordered our food. I got ravioli while he got spaghetti.
"So how did you all meet?" He asked pointing to my friends at the booth.
"School," I replied.
He nodded while playing with the sugar packets in the table.
"So why are you in France?" I asked.
"Vacation."
"Alone?" I said confused.
"I'm not the people type," he explained.
"I understand. Me neither," I replied.
He smiled and started to tap the table. He was perfect in every way. His hair, eyes, behaviors, and his voice was soothing and soft. I done know what he was doing hanging out with me. Then I remembered Trina.
"So what's the deal with you and Trina?" I blurted out without thinking. I couldn't believe I just asked that!
"Trina?" He said questingly.
"Yeah, you know, the girl you've been hanging around with," I explained.
"Oh, Oh! Yeah Trina and I are just friends," he said oddly.
How could he forget her name. He's probably a jerk with so many girls he forgot their names.
"Hello? Natalie?" He awoke me from my thoughts.
"What?" I said smiling.
"You looked like you were possessed or something," he said.
"Nope, just thinking," I said. I smirked.
"Oh no. No, no, no, no. Not that look. What's happening?" He said worried.
"Nothing!" I exclaimed. I was laughing at his reaction.
He laughed with me.
"Your a decent chick," he complemented. (At least I think it was a complement.)
"Thanks?" I said questingly.
He pulled out his phone.
"Can I get your phone number?" He asked shyly.
I freaked out inside. He was asking me for my number! A total hottie wanted to talk to me! I couldn't hold back the smile.
"Yeah sure," I replied.
I told him my phone number then watched him type on his phone.
"I'll call you some time. Maybe we can hang out," he said.
"Can't wait!" I said a little to excited.
He laughed at my enthusiasm.
"I'll see you later," he winked as he said that.
He stood up from his chair and walked out of the restaurant without even touching his food. Why was he so acting mysterious? I don't know what it was about that act, but I loved it. All I could do was stare at the door, where he previously was.