I Am Not Interested [Francisco Lachowski & Selena Gomez]

Chapter 17

I was waiting for Chris in front of Maysville in a casual dark red dress and a long black coat. It was quiet windy today and right now I regret that I didn't take an umbrella like Lucas suggested because it really looks like it's going to rain soon.

"Ugh, I hate that he was right." I whispered to myself. Then I looked around, trying to see a familiar face in the sea of people. Suddenly I saw someone waving from afar. I could only see his arm that was looking out from the crowd. The closer he got, the more I was able to see him. Then I saw a young but tall guy. Chris smiled and ran towards me. I smiled back and was about to wave but I kept myself from doing so. Then I held my bag with my to hands in front of me and looked at the ground. When he finally stood in front of me I looked up. Chris didn't know how to react and just stared at me with his jaw dropped. I honestly didn't know what to say either.

"C-Clarissa Edwards. My sister." It was the first words I heard him say to me face to face. Others would describe this moment as heartbreaking since two siblings were meeting each other for the first time ever.

"Chris Mayers. My little... brother." It felt weird to say that, unknown. I've never experienced what a family really was and to meet a part of my family now... I can't say that I feel excited.

"Shall we go in?" I asked and motioned towards the entrance.

"I'd love to." Chris answered.

"Good evening!" The doorman at the entrance greeted us, nodding with his head slightly. I nodded back.

"Good evening!" Chris replied excited to the guy and we kept walking. A small smile appeared on my face because of his overreacted reactions to everything. The I sat down at a random table and Chris followed.

"What do you want to eat?" I asked.

"Just something small." I raised a brow.

"Just something small? You're in New York for only a week and you never ate here at Maysville but you just want something small?"

"Yup." He replied and popped the 'p'. I tilted my head to the side and crossed my arms.

"Is it because of the money? I told you I would pay for it."

"That's why. I don't want to burden you with money at our very first meeting and already have debts."

"But I want to. It's not that big of a deal for me to pay for your meal. I live here, I've lived here for quiet some time now, let me welcome you in a proper way and enjoy my hospitality, it won't last forever." I replied.

"Alright. But I will pay back the money to you."

"Chris, no. You won't. Now stop opposing to everything I'm saying and do as I tell you." I said sternly. He wanted to say something but decided not to.

"So would you like to eat?" I asked and Chris pointed on the menu showing it to me.

"Okay and to drink? Is whiskey or beer alright?"

"I'm not allowed to drink yet."

"Oh right. Well then for him an Ice Tea please. As for me, I would like to order the number 20, The Big Horse and the Shrimp Rolls."

"Shrimp Rolls and a Big Horse for the Miss. And for you Sir?" The waiter asked.

"Uhm, I would like to have.... the Arctic Char Tartare."

"Excellent, choice. Is that all you'd like to order?" The waiter asked.

"Yes, that's all thank you." I replied and the waiter smiled at me before nodding at us and leaving.