Never Fated To Be |✅|

Chapter 9 : Enter, Summer Days

What was I thinking?

Me and Jake were instantly considered, or at least, people thought that we looked like a "couple" the moment we entered the cafe. And moreover, the cafe had an unusual name and an unusual atmosphere in and around it. Unusual meaning--- perfectly not my type.

We entered through the slightly creaky oak door of the "Summer days".
The inside of the cafe was designed to depict some old country scenery with wooden chairs and tables and counters with the amazing smells of coffee and chocolate dominating the whole place. The walls and floors were not too flashy and thus I was kinda taken aback.

I mean, Jake was a rich guy. His parents probably gave him a lot of money. So this cafe really did not look like it would suit the taste of a luxurious high school teenager. But I, on the other hand, was fascinated. I had never visited a cafe before and this place was certainly not anything like the school cafeteria where I mostly had my meals, other than buying food sometimes from my workplace, like I mentioned before, on some late evenings.

There were many other people like us- students and teenagers. Most of the staff looked young too. But overall, this cafe looked quite comfortable. I glanced at Jake to see what his reaction was like and I also internally, kinda, prepared myself to leave.

But instead, I was stunned. I don't think a person could possibly look happier. If someone could, then I hadn't seen such a person before. I couldn't look away. Jake looked mesmerising when he was blissful. But those were just facts and not my personal description. Not that I wanted it to be. And I'm glad it wasn't.

We approached the order counter and were greeted by a young woman. She smiled at us knowingly. That well known good-luck smile that people flash at couples. I was totally uninterested so I left the task of ordering food to Jake and walked away from there to find a seat.

I sat down in one of the tables beside a sash window. Jake returned with two large cups of latte and large chocolate chip cookies in a brown bowl. They looked tempting and tasted quite delicious too. I had never had any kind of cookies like these before. And so I ate to my fill.

'I'm glad you're enjoying them.' Jake said, referring to the cookies and the coffee.
'I'm surprised you're enjoying all this.' I said, referring to the whole cafe and being with me.
'Why wouldn't I?'
'Well, I don't know. Maybe because this is not such a fancy place and I'm not a very fancy person.' I said, my tone dubious but sincere.
Jake laughed authentically,
'What? You mean, just 'cause my parents are rich, I'd want to go to fancy places and be around fancy people? That's so mean!'
'It is?'
'Yeah, well. Not everyone is alike, you know.'

For example, me and you.

'Yeah, you're right.' My voice became sad without asking my brain's permission.
'Hey, what's the matter?' Jake noticed the sudden change in my mood.
'Nothing really.' I said flatly, 'Let's get down to business, shall we?'
'Yes, ma'am!'
'Don't call me that.' I grunted.
Jake chuckled again.
'Why are you so lively now? Just this morning, you looked like you had lost something precious to you.' I pointed out.
'Oh yeah, I said I'd tell you why I get too excited sometimes.' Jake raked his hair with his fingers, 'Well, the thing is, both my parents work. My father owns this multinational company and my mother is a famous journalist. I, too, never really got much of a chance to spend time with my parents. I don't get any chances now either. I was looked after by servants. The typical rich kid story, you know.' Jake paused for a second, 'Am I boring you?'
'No. Go on.' I said reflexively.
Jake's childhood and back story? I wouldn't miss it for the world.

Jake brightened up, glad, I guess, that I seemed interested,
'And since, my parents aren't around me much, I get exceedingly bored, doing nothing.'