|Anastasia|
I look between the two, completely lost. "You know him?" I look to Linda.
Her smile grows wider. "Oh yes! Ethan here is quite new to the area so I wanted to make him feel welcome and hopefully help him find his way around."
I wouldn't assume that she suggested a strippers club to him to visit. It seems he's finding his way around pretty easy.
"I'm assuming you two know each other as well." Ethan speaks up.
I nodded. "We've been good friends since I moved here as well. I guess Mrs. Linda here likes to keep her welcoming reputation young." I let out a small laugh, feeling quite uncomfortable.
Ethan turns to Linda with a mesmerizing smile, flashing his white teeth. "Well, as much as I love talking to you, I have a coffee date with your friend here."
Linda's hands flew to her mouth, eyes wide. I gave her a look, hinting to keep the fact that I had mentioned him just minutes ago to herself. I dropped her hands from her mouth and nodded slightly. "I'll get the both of you some coffee." She sped off. "On the house!" She shouted from behind the counter.
Ethan let a soft chuckle fall from his lips as he shook his head. "She is something else." He sat where Linda was sitting just a few moments ago.
I stifled a small laugh and nodded in agreement. My thumbs drummed on the table as an awkward silence grew over us. I was quickly regretting this decision. Thankfully, Linda came to the rescue and brought us our coffees. Ethan eyed mine, raising an eyebrow as I thanked Linda for the coffee.
"Black?"
"Surprised?" I brought the mug to my lips and took a small sip. "I see you like it black as well." I looked at his coffee, which looked just like mine.
He shrugged. "I'm not into all the fru fru shit that goes into it." He took a sip from the mug and set it back down, tracing the rim in circles. "Tell me about yourself."
I smiled at him. How much more vague can he get? "Like what?"
"Well, you could start with your name." He stopped tracing the rim of the mug and brought his hands together, interlacing them. He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the table.
"Anastasia. Most people just call me 'A' though."
"Aright, Anastasia." The way my name rolls of his tongue causes my stomach to twist and turn, making me feel weird. "What kind of music do you like?"
I drummed my thumbs, thinking. There's too much to chose as a favorite. "I like almost anything besides country." I cringe at the thought of country music. "What about you?"
"I go hard for some Kid Cudi, though my interest in music is a bit more expanded than just one artist. I'm the same as you. I don't necessarily hate country but it's not my preference." He finished his coffee and scooted his mug to the end of the table. "Do you have any siblings?"
I nodded. "A little brother. He's a freshman this year."
"Oh, I remember freshman year." His face twists to the most adorable disgusted face I've ever seen.
"What about you?"
He looked away from me. "Yeah, I have a twin. We don't get along too well though." He looked to be in deep thought but his gaze quickly returned to me with a small smile on his face. I looked up at the clock to see that it is already 7:30. Where has the time gone?
I quickly jump up from my seat, catching him off guard. "I didn't realize how late it is. I'm late for school. It was really great talking to you. I had a nice time but I must go."
"Maybe I can take you. Where do you go to school?" I could see a hint of confusion in his face. He probably thinks I'm a little girl who somehow managed to become a stripper.
"Ramon C. Cortines." His face grows even more confused and I couldn't help but be a bit amused.
"I went there. I'll take you." It was my turn to be confused.
Cortines is an arts school that is extremely difficult to get into. You are basically chosen to go there. You can apply but not many people get in. I was chosen.
I followed him to his car and stopped when I saw it.
"You've got a lot of balls to leave that thing parked unattended in this area." I was completely unaffected by the fact that he owns a BMW. I know very well that he has money.
He shrugged and got in the car, starting it. I loved the way it rumbled. I don't want to know how much this thing cost.
As he pulled out of the coffee shop, I just realized I didn't thank Linda. I make a mental note to stop by and thank her later on today.
"May I ask your age?" He seemed a bit uneasy, nervous of my answer.
I decided to take advantage of the situation. "Sixteen."
His grip tightened around the steering wheel and I desperately tried to contain my laugh but he noticed. "What's so funny?"
He's clearly a bit irritated. Someone's a moody person. I shake my head. "Oh, nothing."
"Tell me." And demanding.
"I'm not sixteen. I'm eighteen. I'm a senior."
He let out a small sigh of relief.
"And how old are you, Mr. Graduate?"
"I didn't graduate but I'm Nineteen."
I look at him, contemplating if I should be nosey and ask why he didn't graduate. I decide against it and remain silent.
