Fated Love

Chapter 14

I sat, staring at the blue eyed man in front of me as he blabbered on about um.... yeah schedules. Honestly, I cared less about what he was saying and not that I care less, ugh, what am I saying? All I'm trying to say is that I'm bored, tired and famished and all of these isn't my favorite. Okay, back to reality.

He snapped his fingers in my face and I blinked.

"Kiara, are you even with me?" He asked, a small frown etched on his forehead.

"Yes." I answered.

He glared at me. "Then, what was my last statement?"

"Kiara, are you even with me?" I smiled, innocently.

His eyes widen in disbelief. "Are you for real right now?"

My lips twitched slightly and I gave him an amused look. "Adrian," I started, "you've been talking about planning schedules, handling them and so on and so on." I huffed. "Aren't you tired, because I am. We should take a break."

He exhaled and threw himself back into his seat. "You're right." He said. "I've been talking and using my brain for too long, I think I've ran out of gas."

I gave him a side way glance. "You mean, glucose?"

"Yeah," he rolled his eyes, "whatever." He stood up, crossed the room into the kitchen and opened the fridge.

"What are you looking for?" I turned in my seat so I was facing him directly.

"I'm checking to see if there's anything to munch on." He frowned and closed the fridge. "But too bad, there's nothing of such, it's just water and beer."

"Oh," I muttered, "I think he ran of supplies."

"Um, I think so." He said and tossed the bottle of water he had collected from the fridge to me.

"Thank you." I muttered, opened the bottle and took a large gulp. "So what do you suggest we do?" I asked, placing the bottle on the table.

"How about takeaways?" He suggested. "Or pizza."

"Nah," I grimaced, "takeaway will be better." I answered and brought out my phone. "So, which would you prefer, Chinese, Italian or the normal?"

He clicked his tongue, staring in space. "Chinese?" He arced his head at me. "How about you?" He locked me in his gaze briefly before looking away.

"Hmm, it's been long I had Chinese food," I inhaled and gently hit my hair -it was itchy. "And while Italian seem appealing, I'll just go with Chinese." I concluded.

He nodded and peeled open his can beer.

"I'll make the orders." I announced.

"Sure," he said. "Just don't order spicy for me."

I frowned. "Uh?"

"I don't eat spicy food." He replied and brought his phone to his ear.

"Is it possible not to have Chinese food that aren't spicy?" I mumbled under my breath.

"Yes." He answered with squinted eyes.

"Hey," I pouted, "you're not supposed hear that."

He arced his brow and smirked. "But I did."

"Aren't you on a phone call?" I scoffed and placed my phone beside me.

"I'm listening to voice notes." He answered. "Are you done placing the orders?"

"Yes and it will be arriving soon."

"And I trust there's no spicy food."

"Yes, of course."