Dreaming Of(f) You

**Chapter Four**

**Chapter 4**

"And this is why an increase in exports always causes a shift in demand to the right" Mr. Walter finishes his lecture about exchange rates, a topic I absolutely hate.

"Any questions?" he raises an eyebrow, but since school is over in one minute no one dares to raise their hand, even if they would have a question.

"All right class, don't forget-" my economics teacher is cut off by the bell ringing, signaling home time. Instantaneously everyone starts to talk and pack their bags.

"Hey!" he shouts and the conversations die, "I said, don't forget you have an assignment due tomorrow!" almost everyone in class frowns, including myself.

"Class dismissed," he says and leaves the room.

Like everyone else I pack my bags and exit the room, heading toward my locker. I am starting to think about the "date" that I have with Ethan today, is it really a date? Would I want it to be a date? To be honest I'd feel incredibly weird having a date now, especially without having found real friends. I start to overthink whatever this is and find myself staring holes into my locker.

"Anything interesting in there?" a voice from behind me breaks my trance.

I squeeze my eyes shut and open them again, shaking off the thoughts of overthinking. With a smile I greet Ethan.

"Hey! No, I just spaced out for a second there" I smile and continue asking him what we will do.

"Well, as said, how about we grab something to eat?"

"Yes please I am practically starving to death" I grab my stomach and Ethan chuckles.

"Well that's not good" he winks at me.

"I know this little place down the street which is like a café where you can also get pasta, would that be ok?"

"Pasta sounds perfect" I smile at him and I receive a smile in return.

The café is walking distance away from school and therefore I leave my car in the parking lot of the school. I will just get it later.

We reach the café and my nostrils are filled with the sweet aroma of cakes, pastries and the scent of coffee. My stomach grumbles and reminds me once again just how hungry I am.

"How about you go upstairs to reserve a table and I bring us our order?" Ethan asks me.

"Okay sure"

"What do you want to eat and drink?"

"Uhm" I take a quick look at the menu "I'll have the tortellini with cream sauce and a caramel macchiato" I smile at him.

"Oh and thanks by the way" I half laugh half say before walking upstairs. The café is really small and there are only a limited number of seats. But that is what it makes it so cute and cozy. There are different colored tiles on the walls and mirrors on the ceiling; also every seat has a cushion with pictures on them of Italian cities. In the background, soft tunes of Italian music is playing and I love this place instantly. However, the only downside to a really small café is that there is no place to sit.

Just as I want to make my way downstairs, an elderly couple stands up and I practically run to their table. The table is near to a big window and I take a seat on a cushion showing the dome of the beautiful city of Sienna. I place my bag next to me and look up to the ceiling where I catch myself in the mirror. I look at my reflection and nervously ruffle my hair in place, hoping to look acceptable. I hear phone buzz in my bag so I bend down and retrieve it from it. My home screen shows me a message from Cathy that reads: