breathe ; noah centineo

"I'm surprised you don't already know" He rebuts. His voice grows huskier while his head lowers as he crosses his arms over his chest.

I raise both of my eyebrows in an attempt to convince him that I don't.

"Should I?" I question. My voice heightens in pitch while leaving my seat to walk away from him and visit the isle of fiction and fantasy.

He follows.

"Do you not watch Netflix?" His pitch grows, imitating mine. "Or is it true when they say that Australian's live under a rock?" He attempts to pronounce my country in my accent. He furrows his brows and purses his lips awaiting my reaction.

I turn back to face him with a crooked smile, swaying the hair resting on the left side of my face behind my ear.

"Is it true when reporters claim you're dating your co-star?" I rhetorically question before turning back around to skim the bookshelf.

He looks at me dumbfounded.

"So you do know who I am" He licks his lips as I wonder if his arrogance grows with each ounce of recognition.