Rhythm Of Heartbeat

CHAPTER 5

"Aren't you not cold?" I turned my head to William. He's driving now, going to a bar.

"Nah." I simply answered. I'm wearing a pink bustier ruched mesh bodycon dress with a pair of rhinestone decor stiletto heeled sandals and a baguette bag. I let my hair down with bangs that have two front layers of small braids. William is wearing a leather jacket over a Prada gray button-down shirt that leaves two buttons undone, black slant pocket pants, a pair of white sneakers, and a Rolex watch that shines on his wrist.

"I forgot to bring back your jacket. Ill give it back to you next time we go out again."

"You don't have to; it's all yours now. Bring it when you go to a party without me."

For a second, we exchange stares. Maybe he noticed that I'm always wearing strappy dresses. "Okay..." I mumble.

"When is your birthday?" I suddenly asked, killing the awkward silence between us. I remembered what Niki said about Williams birthday, but I want to confirm if it's true.

"June twenty." He gave me a glimpse. "Turning twenty-eight," he added.

I nod. "Im turning twenty-four this October twenty." I stated Maybe he also wants to know my birthday, he's just too shy to ask.

"Our birthdays are both twenty." He said in a soft voice. It made me smile.

"Actually, my favorite number is also twenty." I said with a chuckle. He mirrors my chuckles. I stare at him because his dimple is showing again.

"I don't have a favorite number, but I guess I have now." We both laugh. Oh god. He has the sexiest laugh.

I put my elbow against the window before leaning my head against my palm, looking straight at him while driving. "How about your favorite food?"

He gave me a glimpse again and said, "I don't have. How about you?"

My eyebrows are slightly narrow. "I don't believe you don't have a favorite food."

"I don't have one. Im not a picky eater and I don't have allergies when it comes to food." He paused and looked at me. "How about you? Do you have a favorite food?"

I slightly rolled my eyes. "Mine is beef lasagna — and Im not a picky eater, I just really love lasagna. I can eat it for a whole week." I answered, and he just nodded while smiling. His smile is contagious.

"How about your favorite color?" He didn't answer it for a second. "Don't tell me you also don't have a favorite color?" I asked with a chuckle. This man is really mysterious.

He mirrors my chuckle while nodding. "There's no law that every person in this world is required to have a favorite color."

I broke into laughter. "Cmon William, everyone has a favorite color!"

"What's yours then?"

"I love velvet pink." I answered confidently.

"Thats too girly." He mumbled, made me chuckle.

"So, what's yours?"

He didn't answer. I just watched him park the car.

He catch my eyes and smiled. "Where here. I'll just answer it later. Let me think of it first." He said this before removing his seatbelt.

I just pouted. Seriously? He will just choose the color that stands out from the rest, and he still needs to think about it for a long time. He quickly got out of the car to open the car door for me. He offered me his hand. I didn't hesitate to hold his hand as I got out of the car.