The Bad Boy's Mystery Girl

I look through the glass window of the café to see Adrian standing in the long queue, waiting to order. I sigh and cross my arms, pouting slightly and lean against the window with my shoulder.

"You know, you look familar." A voice said behind me.

I turn and raise an eyebrow as I see Julian leaning against the side of his motorbike. I didn't even notice him as I walked by.

A newly, lit cigarette was pinched between his thumb and index finger. A trail of smoke leaving from between his lips.

When I didn't respond, he takes a drag of the cigarette before blowing the smoke out and saying, "Maybe I know you from somewhere?"

I shake my head, "I highly doubt that."

This time, he raises his eyebrow, looking at me, "I think I do."

I cross my arms over my chest and tilt my chin up slightly, challenging him silently.

A chuckle escaped from him. He looked up, meeting my gaze, "You look a lot like this one girl I knew back in kindergarten."

My heart skips a beat and I tense for a moment. He can't remember, it's been such a long time ago and hardly anyone noticed me back then, I was a literal nobody.

While deep in thought, Julian backs away from his motorbike and makes his way towards me, never losing eye contact. Once he's in front of me, he leans forward until our faces are so close, our noses could touch if I moved forward a little.

A scent of cinnamon and peppermint - with a hint of cigarette - hits my face when he speaks, "Cat got your tongue, Rory?"

A small shiver shoots down my spine. I look up at him, eyes narrowing slightly, "I promise, you don't know me."

He stares at me, blue meeting blue before he scoffs lightly and backs away, throwing his cigarette down and putting it out with the toe of his boot. He gives me one last look as he starts walking backwards from me, "And I promise you, I'll prove you wrong."

*not your typical bad boy - good girl cliché story*