Fated To Love You

21st string - Past & Present

RIN’s POV

I haven’t talked to Marcus for the past 2 days after I learned that he already broke up with his girlfriend, Yuri. It’s just that I still feel troubled.

Who cares if they broke up?

Who cares if I like him?

Who cares if it’s possible that he likes me too?

I don’t care about that. Even if 1% of me says that I care.

I at least want to look not so easy for him. I just can’t. Because I am not like that.

I went to the café early in the morning to meet Henry. He was so stubborn to meet me today to have coffee. I just don’t know why he’s suddenly like this. He has never been so stubborn when it comes to me, because he knows how I don’t want to be directed by anyone.

I got inside and saw my cute friend waving at me from the table next to the glass window. I smiled secretly seeing him do that. He’s just so adorable.

“Hey.” I mumbled while pulling out the chair across him.

“Yoh.” He greeted back while grinning so widely at me.

“Weirdo.” I told him and then I smiled.

“Yah! How can you say that to your long time no see friend!” He pouted, which made me grin.

“You never changed… no maybe, it’s just your looks that changed. You’re starting to become cute and cuter.” I teased.

“Don’t dare tease! Isn’t more proper to call me handsome? Handsome!” He said and then folded his arms.

I just giggled at his cuteness.

“Anyway, want something? My treat.” I said.

“Just the same old treat then.” He said to me while letting out a cute smile that revealed his dimples.

“Okay! Got it.”

I walked up to the counter and then ordered the caramel machiatto that we usually order back in New York 4 years ago and then went back in my seat to wait for our order.

“So what’s up? Why’d you bug me to come here anyway? You know I atleast go to school at 9AM?” I told him emphasizing the time of my classes.

He jerked up and then creased his brows.

“Of course I knew.” And then he faked a cough.

“Really?” I raised a brow at him, “Do you even go to school 5 times a week to know what I am going through?”

He faked a cough again and then replied, “I atleast go to school thrice a week so I know.”

I chuckled at his answer. He’s just too honest that he doesn’t even notice that I’m kidding him.

“Uhmmm…but moving away from that, are you free on Thursday?” He asked.

“No.”

“How about Friday?” He pushed.

“No.”

“And how about this Saturday?” His last option.

“No.” I answered flatly rejecting his supposed to be offer.

“Last one, how about this Sunday???” The nerve. He’s so stubborn.

Suddenly the chime on the bell sounded, announcing that someone has yet entered the café other than the few people like us whose already here.