I CAST A FURTIVE glance over to my friends. i was satisfied when i found out that their efforts didn't branch out to follow me. i let out a sigh of relief.
a beat of silence passed."you have really pretty eyes," i blurt.
his eyes widen, "oh, why, thank you."
i blush and cover my face with my hands, "oh good lord that must have sounded so stupid. i'm awkward, i'm so sorry," my words were muffled by my hands.
he chuckles "it's okay, stormy. i find you to be really cute." my name on his lips was like dripping honey and i decided that i could listen to it forever.
my cheeks redden, "no, i'm not," i mumble.
i take a deep breath, mentally preparing myself, "can i have your number?"
"buy me a drink first, then i'll decide," he smirks and i blink.
"sure, what do you want?" i was determined to get this boy's number.
"an iced latte, medium."
"coming right up," i declare.
i approach the counter and order our drinks.
drinks in hand, i slide back into the booth. i slide rowan his drink. "for you, m'lady; one mocha latte, medium," i hold up my cup, "and for me, a caramel iced capp."
"cheers," he replies and holds his cup.
"cheers."
"so," i start after taking a drink, "tell me about yourself."
"there's nothing much to know, i guess. i'm 20. i'm originally from brighton but moved here when i was 15."
"all of this is very interesting," i give him a dazzling smile, "but still doesn't answer if you're free friday night."
he folds his hands and leans across the table, "pick me up at 6." he slides me a napkin with a bunch of numbers and '-x call me," at the end.
