Sixteen || Kim Samuel ✔️

Chapter 3

Catie's POV:

Rosie's was actually really nice. It was old fashioned. The booths were red and white and the tiles on the floor were like a bright pearl.

Samuel smiled at me. "So, Catie Trahan, tell me about yourself."

"Uh— I-is that necessary? I mean you know a lot about me anyway." I chuckled nervously.

He nodded. "I want to know your personality. I also want to know why you stutter around me." He leaned over so I can see his face. I blushed.

"Uh— I— I don't—" I sighed. "Oh l-look our food is here."

He chuckled while a waitress in red and white set down our burgers, fries, and one milkshake in front of us. She grabbed out two straws and winked at Samuel. "Good luck" she mouthed.

I was starting to get curious.

She left and Samuel turned to me. "I'm pretty sure you do. 'Oh l-look our food is here'."

I glared at him. "Don't make fun of me." I pouted.

"You're so cute when you pout." He announced. "And it looks like they only gave us one milkshake. But there is two straws, so I think we can make this work." He smirked.

I buffed up the courage to slap him in the arm and roll my eyes. "Samuel!"

"What?!" He acted innocent. "You want the milkshake or not?"

I blushed. "No. You have it."

He frowned. "Not even a little?"

I sighed and smiled. "Samuel, drink your milkshake."

His flirting was terrible but it still made my heart flutter, so it works. He began to drink his milkshake dramatically, trying to make me jealous.

I rolled my eyes again and scoffed. "You won't make me regret my choice."

"I know. That's why I have to force—" he didn't finish his sentence as he quickly swiped a chunk of the milkshake on his finger and bopped it on my nose.

I gasped and looked at him for an inhumane amount of time. "You didn't—"

"But I did." He smirked. "Next time I will miss and get some in your mouth." He raised his eyebrows.

"You sicko!"

The bit of milkshake was still on my nose, and it started to slip down. He smiled and wiped it off with his index finger. He swiftly slipped his finger in my mouth and wiped the milkshake on my tongue. "I stick to my word." He whispered seductively.

I cringed and couldn't help but laugh. All my nervousness was suddenly gone. "Oh you're so gonna get it."

I took a pickle out from my burger and threw it in his malt. He gasped. "I didn't deserve that! You totally ruined my milkshake!" He whined.

I chuckled. "Your welcome."

"Can you two quiet down?!"