Introverted Love!

Chapter 3

I rubbed my eyes and sprung up out of bed yawning. Looking down i could see i was still wearing the red long sleeve top and indigo jeans from yesterday. Confused i sat at the edge of my bed trying to recall why. I gasped and jumped up when i remembered who brouht me home. I must have fallen asleep in the car, did i snore or worse drool? Omg why do i care if dad was home and he knew then this was the end for me i came home with the very man I've been refusing to marry for the last three months.
I had a quick shower, ran a comb through my wet hair and sneaked downstairs to gage how bad the situation was. Dad was nowhere to be found, Lizetta was in the kitchen cooking eggs. She had been employed originally to babysit me after school when i was a kid but now she lived with the family and practically ran the house since dad was never home. When I sat down at the edge of the kichen island she turned to face me. 'He went to work earlier today' she said knowing by now who i was looking for. I quickly hoovered breakfast without chewing and ran to the window on the side of the living room. Through it you could see into the Manzari household. I grew nervous about how to thank Zack without actually having to face him. His sister Zainab sat on a red and blue rug in the middle of the room writing then crossing out and then writing again in a yellow notebook. She was in her final year of high school now and must have been preparing for exams. She was all alone, he was nowhere to be seen could he have also gone to work this early it was barely 8 o clock. After university he had gone to work for his dad as expected of him, but it never sat right with Lizetta she always said he was born to be a writer. She occasionally watched him too after school and told me he would tell her amazing stories before bed rather than the other way around.
'Hes also not home' speak of the devil
'Who' i said trying to act nonchalant
'Zackariya, the one who carried you on his back from the car to your bed last night' she giggled
'I was actually seeing if it was going to rain, i have laundry to do' i hurried out of the room my cheeks burning. I was mortified that she had witnessed last night as well, did everone know even his family?
I ran upstairs and got ready for work i didnt have a shift at the hospital today but i intended on doing overtime i just couldnt face this situation.
'The hospital called they need me, bye Liz" i called out as i headed out. As i walked to the car i saw a brown paper bag on the roof with a note that read 'You can't runaway from this Maya, please talk to me', the handwriting was unfamilliar to me and it wasnt signed. Inside was a blueberry muffin from my faviroute coffee shop and a memory instantly hit me.

(Memory)
I walked into my faviroute coffe shop Little Barista, i loved it because it was out of the way of main street and got hardly any foot traffic so it was always quiet with just a few customers. 'Hey George I'll have my usual' i smiled at the thought of my morning muffin, Blueberry my faviroute. As i sat down i saw George run up to me red in the face ' I'm so sorry that guy just bought the last one' he said as he pointed to someone's back in the seat by the window. 'I've never seen you get anything else I'm really sorry it's just you're usually here by now so i thought you weren't coming  or else I'd have saved it' he looked genuinely panicked. ' Don't worry about it I'll just have a cinamon bun' i said trying to smile to ease his discomfort. He walked away and i looked down at my book Jane Eyre i was reading it for the hundreth time and loving every second. 'Here, since you love it so much' I saw Zack slide a blueberry muffin across the table towards me and realised he must have been the guy by the window. 'Its okay I've ordered something else go ahead and eat' i said as George brought me my bun 'See' i pointed at the plate as he sat down, he reached for my bun and took a huge bite that was nearly half of it ' Its not as good' he chomped the rest while i stared at him then he got up and left, the untouched blueberry muffin sat infront of me and i couldn't help but smile.

Back to the present I figured out who the muffin and the message was from. He wanted to talk about last night,what a fool I made of myself. My cheeks burnt at the thought of having to face him. I got into the car and sped off down the road faning myself from the heat that rose again everytime i would think of his face inches from mine with his jet black hair falling into his eyes.