❝It's time to let love overwhelm me.❞
Dark Brown hair, a cute face, and eyes that pierce through your heart. Ivan John Anderson had it all. Except love. He always felt that a part of him was missing, a void that nothing or no one can ever fill.
Haze...
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"So what's a pretty girl like you doing here alone?" Ivan tries to strike a conversation.
"Minding my own business." I immediately bit my tongue and regretted saying that.
Great going Hazel, just for once can you not be rude?
Whatever.
I tried to concentrate on my book but I could feel his eyes on me.
Was he checking me out?
"Staring wont give you the power to see through my clothes." I stated with a mixture of bold and bored expression.
He gave one of his amazing smirks. Amazing? What's wrong with you Hazel?
"How about you grant me that power?" He proposed. At first I blinked my eyes in confusion but as soon as my brain processed his words I could feel my cheeks heat up. I quickly hid my face behind the book in embarrassment.
I hate it when the confident me had something which the shy me has to deal with later. Ugh.
"You know for some reason, I was feeling a little off today." He smiled sadly. I was this close to pity him but his next line made me gag.
"But when you came along, you definitely turned me on." He smirked. Such a player.
He got what he deserved, silence.
"Was your dad a boxer?" He asked.
"No, why?" I asked in confusion.
"Because damn, you're a knockout!"
I groaned.
Yep. I am going to puke soon.
"Would you grab my arm, so I can tell my friends I've been touched by an angel?" I couldn't help but smile at that cheesy pick up line.
"Did the sun come out or did you just smile at me?" I laughed at this one.
"You don't leave any chance to flirt?" I inquired.
"I do, just not with a stunning girl like you." He grinned.
"Well Ivan I would have stayed to hear more of those cheesy pick up lines but I have a school to go." I explained.
"Wait. How do you know my name?" He interrogated.
"Let's keep that a secret, shall we?" I teased.
"Okay." He trailed and then added "But hey at least tell me your name."
"Nope."
"Yo. That's not fair. Just a name!" He pleaded with a pout. I gave him a teasing smile and left the cafe, the smile still plastered on my face.
