The Return (De Laurel Trilogy #1)

03

"What are you doing here?" I asked him.

"Getting coffee, duh?" He sassed.

I just scoffed and rolled my eyes. I was just staring at him like he was a famous celebrity and it was awkward so, I decided to just walk away.

Just when I turned my back on him and tried walked away, he grabbed my wrist to stop me.

"What?" I looked at him with furrowed eyebrows.

"I'll make it up to you." He said.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked.

"Since I spilled your coffee, I'll treat you lunch." He smiled while offering.

"Oh. It's okay, you don't have to. You already cooked breakfast, didn't you?" I nicely denied because it was just a little spill and he didn't have to.

"Please, I insist." He said in a soft voice.

"No." I denied again. It was too awkward! I didn't even know this man well and if I agree, it will be our second meal together.

"Please?" This time he said it in a pleading voice.

"Fine." I sighed. How could I give up that easily? All my life, I never gave up that fast! What is happening to me?

"Earth to Olivia?" His voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Huh? What?" I asked him, dumbfounded.

"I've been calling your name for the past 5 minutes." He told me whilst studying my face.

"Oh, really?" I asked in disbelief.

"Yeah." He lightly chuckled.

"Come on." He grabbed my hand lightly and we made our way out of the café.

When I realized the we are going to the long path of the mall, I stopped my tracks immediately.

"Where are we going? That path is too far away! My feet already hurt!" I whined like a little child while pouting.

He just stared at me like he was trying to stifle a laugh.

"What?" I asked him.

"As I said this morning, you look like a toddler." He was full on laughing now. It's like music to my ears. Wait. What did I just say?

Since he was full on laughing, I stared at him for a moment, studying his features. He had jet black hair, black eyes, thick eyebrows, long eyelashes, a sharp jawline, a tan skin tone, and a cute pushed back hairstyle. He was wearing a cute black turtleneck, a pair of sunglasses, a grayish trouser, and white sneakers.

After staring at him, I noticed that he was wearing a goofy smirk on his face.

"Amor, take a picture, it will last longer." He said, still wearing that awful smirk.

"Never," I scoffed. "I'm just looking at your awfully ugly face." I mean, awfully handsome.

"You wound me, Olivia." He feigned hurt by putting his hand on his chest.