The Fifth Date

Chapter 23

“I’m sorry.” My heart constricted once I saw the hint of disappointment in your eyes even through that heavenly grin of yours.

“But like what I’ve said. I don’t take ‘no’ for an answer. You and I could use a friend aside from Micky and Vicky.”

“So you have no other friends?”

“None. None from here, of course.”

“You’re not from here?”

You nodded.

“I didn’t know that,” I muttered as I glanced down at my cookies.

“I don’t even know your name.”

I shot a glance towards you which, for no reason that I know of, made you chuckle.

“I’m not rushing you to open up to me. What I’m saying is that we both know little facts about each other and we can work it out to know more about each other.” I wasn’t satisfied and you read through me. “Okay. To be honest, I just feel alone and I need someone to talk to.”

“Then why don’t you talk to your friends from where you’re from or Micky?”

“First of all, it’s complicated from where I come from,” You drawled as you leaned forward with your hands clasped on the table.

We were actually having conversations and it was frightening and exciting me all at the same time. “Why?”

“It’s quite a long story,” You tilted your head to your side as you puckered your lips. I stifled a giggle. I held myself from pinching your cheeks because if I did, it’ll probably creep you out how I can manage to do weird things on such unlikely situations. And I’m really starting to doubt whether I’m wearing armor or a hamster suit.

“How am I going to trust you if it’s complicated and it’s a long story?” I managed to quirk a brow up despite the burning desire to giggle.

You shook your head quite mirthfully, “I didn’t say I was not going to tell you, did I?”

“Then, spill.” I prodded,a smile creeping from my lips.

        You stared at me. Just stared at me. Soft chocolate brown eyes darted through mine, piercing my soul, gouging it, reading my thoughts. My smile slowly faded as I realized I might have looked stupid to you. I straightened my back and averted my eyes to my coffee.

        Vicky came and served your Caramel Macchiato, throwing both of us a meaningful smile after saying “Enjoy.”

        You nodded at her and I returned a small smile. I pretended to stretch my neck as I felt your eyes on me again.

“You should smile more often.”

“And look like a fool?” I bit back.

“No. Nothing but beautiful and I’m not kidding.” I gulped at your words. I suddenly felt giddy, my heart pounded and I suddenly felt hot. I shouldn’t blush, it’ll all be too obvious.

“Are you gonna tell me the long story or what?” I bit my lip so I wouldn’t smile and give all the giddiness away.

“Are you dating me or what?” You asked, quirking a brow, leaning forward, and granting me the honor of staring at your neck and collarbones. The smell of Americano, caramel macchiato, and your cologne fused into an aroma I would never get tired of smelling.

“Friends don’t date!” I retorted.

“So we’re friends already?” You asked slyly. “I must say, I’m making quite a progress.” You clicked your tongue and smiled that amazing smile of yours.

“Maybe but still, friends don’t date.” I insisted.

“Maybe? If you’re so unsure of our status, then let’s go on a date.” You gave me a satisfied nod which made me giggle. Because I don’t really know where this conversation was going and I can’t believe you’re still asking me out.

“You don’t make sense!”

“Date me and it’ll make sense.”

“Why are you so sure about yourself?”

“Oh I’m not. I’m not really. I’m just sure about you.”

“Me?”

“Yes. You.”