“What are you even doing here?” I asked.
“I always eat here. I used to eat here with my dad and—”
I cut him off, “Don’t even.”
“But—”
“No,” I gave him a sarcastic smile before I took a bite of my food. I kept on eating, ignoring Luca completely.
“You eat like a pig,” he scoffed. I dropped my fork onto my plate, glaring at him.
“Excuse me?” I said loudly. He threw his arms up in the air, laughing, “Just saying!”
I rolled my eyes and I continued to eat my food. I heard his laugh fade a little, “Hey, come on.” He gave me a cheeky smile.
I didn’t even look at him when he said that. When I was finish eating, I paid for the food and I walked outside, leaving Luca inside. I had to walk home. Fuck you Lauren, I thought. I walked slowly, trying to enjoy my walk home. I groaned when I realized that tomorrow’s Monday.
“Hey, wait up!” I heard Luca. I started to walk faster but I felt his hand on my shoulder, stopping me from walking. “I don’t even know your name,” he said.
“Oh, you don’t want to know,” I chuckled, as I started to walk again. Luca was walking beside me.
“I just want to know your name, that’s all,” he said.
“I highly doubt that,” I smiled. “Because, you’re going to find me and you’re going to try to get to know me.”
“Nope,” he said. “Trust me; I just want to know your name.”
“No. Because after you know me and my story, you’re going to try to make me fall in love with you. But, that’s not going to happen. Been there, done that,” I finished.
He stared at me before he shook his head, “I’m impressed. I have got to come up with another plan, huh?” he smirked. I smiled; Luca’s not that bad actually.
“So, where do you come from?” he asked.
I laughed at his attempt, “No.”
“Damn,” he ran a hand through his dark brown hair. “So, this is it?” he asked.
We were now standing in front of my house. I grabbed my keys and walked towards the front door, unlocking it.
“Yup, this is it,” I said.
“So, see you tomorrow or . . . i dont know. I don’t even know your name for God’s sake!” he said.
I bit my lower lip . . . ugh, fuck it.
“It’s Victoria. Victoria Anderson.”
“Victoria,” he said. “So, are you going to give me your phone number or something?”
I rolled my eyes, “Please.” I stepped into my house shutting the front door.
