cafe meeting

chapter 3, number

He continued looking out the window.

He sighed.

"Well. I'm not suprised it was the one acrossed from me."

He frowned. Which for some reason made me frown.

"Oh, well your not bad looking of that's what you mean."

I don't even blush. I drink some more of my mocha.

He scoffs.
"I'm sociably awkward, I'm a hopeless romance, I ramble a lot, and...and I get nervous."

I smile.
"Well. You have been talking to me fine."

I see his eyes widen. Like he just realized hes been talking to me.

"Woah. I AM talking to y-you."

"Yea! Your doing good too."

I smile. Hopefully cheering him up.

My phone beeps. I pull it out of my pocket. My eyes widen.

Oh crape...

I look up at him.
"I'm late!I'm sorry. I got to get back to work." I stand up and grab my phone.

He had a sad look on his face.

Don't do it. Don't do it. DONT DO IT.

I'm...gonna do it.
"Do...do you want my phone number? To call me later?"

He looked surprised.

"D-do y-ou mean it? Will it be a fake?"

He said while quickly scrambling for his phone.

"Of course its not fake."

He hands me his phone.

I enter my number and add my contact in as: "bunny"

"Um. I work a few blocks from here at a dress shop...feel free to stop buy if u want to talk!"

I smiled brightly.

"O-ok! I-ill be sure to stop buy!"

He blushed.

I walk out the door still squeezing past all the people. I walk down the street with my scarf on.

You know...this...might be good for Me. I blush.

The end.