Gay for you

GAY FOR YOU: CHAPTER 19

Arne and Jackson's place

ARNE'S POV

"Nice to meet you too" I shake hands with an adorable man. I know it feels wrong to call a man adorable but I couldn't help it for the man in front of me now.

Fuck stereotypes.

"T-the pleasure is mine," he says with a glint of pink on his cheeks. Aww.

This man, here, is Dean Robertson, like Jackson just introduced to be. He Jackson's CEO'S son as he referred as. An "acquaintance".

But, the tension between them says otherwise. Nevermind.

We are at the café. I'm was done with my menu check when these guys arrived. The first look would definitely make them an adorable couple until Jackson opens his filthy mouth. Asshole.

"So... You want me to show you around," I say offering my hand to Dean. He looks at my hand for a good minute before nodding and sliding his hand in mine.

I look over my shoulder towards Jackson watching our connected hands with a scowl. I internally laugh at his stupid expression. Feivel said Jackson liked me? But, the scene unfolding before me says otherwise. He surely doesn't like me between the two men holding hands.

I clear my throat which makes him break his intense glare torture towards our poor hands.

I walk him around the café to the kitchen, baking area, main seating and... the bathroom. Hold the fuck up!

He looks so mingled in the sight before him. The little sparkle in his eyes says I have done a great job with the interiors.

The kitchen walls painted in yellow with graphics of food plastered around. The main seating for the customers was made dark and cosy with grey with beautiful quotes and graphics in black. The tables and chairs in the brown and dim light setting. The right corner of the room is the in-built bookshelf with actual reading books. The big seating is divided into two with a divider in checks and black metal on either side of the room leaving the place between. The white and red heart-shaped balloons plastered on the floor with similar ribbon work on the walls for my liking 'cause Valentine's day.

Duh.

And... the bath- let's not talk about it.

"So..." I trail off for him to snap out of his awe moment with a blush.

He looks at me for second before, as usual, lowering his gaze. "It's beautiful. Everything" he completes with a smile.

I chuckle "thank you" I ruffle his hair gaining an adorable whine. "So... Jackson, huh?" He looks confused for a moment with furrowed brows and then a realization hits. He lowers his head further down if that's possible and shakes his head a 'no' with an obvious 'yes' written on his face in pink.

In denial, then. Okay... Let's see how long.

"Okay... So that's the café for you. If you want you can ask me questions" I say. Dean is twenty years old and interior designing student. His upcoming project wanted an outlet of a café, so here he is after he got to know about our café from Jackson.

"No. No questions" he throws me a heart-fluttering shy smile.

I bet if this guy hadn't had feelings for Jackson and if I was gay, I would've taken him right here. He is so damn cute! I nod and gesture him to walk towards the main seating where we find a nerve-wracking Jackson biting his nails.

I clear my throat which makes him look at our direction and immediately towards our hands which aren't attached now for his relief. I roll my eyes when he sighs a breath of relief.