The ride to the Coffee shop is very silent except the radio which is saving me from dying from boredom. I just hope the rest of the day won't be like this.
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When we get to the café, Jason asks me to go find a booth that he will be right there.
I Nod my head and go the booth at the rare end and wait for him. Oh wait! He didn't ask for the flavour I want.
After about 5 minutes, he comes to the table with two coffee with him on a tray then he sits them on the table.
He hands me mine and I immediately check the flavour and I find out its my best cappuccino only God knows how much I love it but how did he know?
"Jason, how do you know I like cappuccino?" I ask in an inquisitive tone
"Oh you do? I just guessed cos you seem like a cappuccino type of girl" he says smirking
"Ooh lol thank you" I say smiling
He actually notice me to the extent of knowing what I might like.
He likes me?
No, Anna. Jason is more into bad girls. My inner mind reminds me
"I see your getting the hang of 'lol' " he says with his smirk growing wider
"Yeah I am" I chuckle
"So Anna, can you tell me more about your self?" He asks
"Yeah sure. What do you want to know"
"Eveything actually" he says with a shrug
"Then just ask questions and I'll give you the answers" I say
"Oh alright so let's see..full name?" He says
"Annabelle Hailey" I say
"Oh I should put that in my diary." He says
He has a diary?! I must steal it. Just kidding. But why will he put my name in his diary?
"Oh alright" I simply reply
"So next question. How old are you?" He asks
"I'm 16"
"Oh works for me" he whispers under his breathe but I hear it loud and clear
"What works for you?" I ask
"Oh I was just talking to my self" he says sipping his coffee
"Oh okay" I simply say
I must get to the bottom of what he means by work for him. I dont really understand
First "pick" then "works for him"? I need to find out as quick as possible.
"So do you wanna know about me" he asks
"Yeah sure" I reply sipping my coffee for the first time
"Um okay so.. I am Jason Styles. I'm 17 years old. I like black. I have a very cute sister who coincidentally is your best friend. I'm the most popular guy at Louiseville. Umm and ooh I am single" and he winks at the end
Okay for real. I dont really like his ego. He's too egotistical but I guess that's nature and his favourite colour is black too!
And as we can see. He's not really good at description.
"Oh that's cool. My Favourite colour is black too." I blurt out
"You..black? How" he asks with suprised eyes
"Yh me..black" I reply rolling my eyes
So he thinks girls can't like black or what?is it a crime to like black? I don't really get
