His Nerd

Chapter Four

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I stay dumbstruck with the shirt still laying on top of my head with my eyes as wide as saucers as I open and close my mouth trying to comprehend what just happened

Did he just...WHAT?!

I mean..I did tell him I would dry clean them for him so that Ben could be left off the hook but I didn't think he'd take it literally

As my mind continues to go into circles, I get left with one single thought..

How'd he know I'd be here?

I creased my eyebrows together trying to find a logical reason as to how he knew where I was until I remember..

Flashback 

"And who are you?" 

"I'm simply a customer. I come here almost every Friday and I can assure you it's a really good cafe shop"

End of Flashback

I close my eyes internally groaning at my stupidity realizing I told him. 

Nice going Angela.. 

"..Oh sweet child what's on top of your head?" I turn my head a bit to see John giving me an incredulous expression 

"I'm trying to make a fashion statement, what do you think?" I say sarcastically throwing my hands in the air exasperatedly. The corners of John's lips curl, involuntarily and he fought back hard as he bites the inside of his cheek trying hard to fight the chuckles that were so persistent on letting loose. Not even a second later, his laughter erupted, echoing across the cafe as he bent over, slapping his knee repeatedly. Not soon later, I join in finding the situation too amusing

I gently remove the shirt from the top of my head and place it on top of the table shaking my head slightly while I let a few more chuckles escape my lips. I look up and make direct eye contact with Ben to see him cleaning the tables while looking at me and John as if we have grown two heads making me want to laugh even more. John is taking loud inhales and exhales trying to stop himself from laughing when he directs his eyes to what I'm gazing at

"Bennie Boy! Come here child" John says letting a loud roar of laughter 

 Ben suspiciously comes near us raising his eyebrows in confusion. John puts one hand on Ben's shoulder in a fatherly manner looking at Ben while he uses his other hand to wipe away the tears 

"Are you guys....okay?" Ben says cautiously and slowly as if he was talking to a pair of children 

  I smile at Ben's words amusement clearly laced onto my face

"Yeah," I say chuckling a bit lowering my gaze at the shirt, "I just... need to do laundry" I stated shrugging but it sounded more like a question

 Ben looks at me more confused than ever his eyebrows scrunched together while he has his head tilted to the side like a lost puppy. His gaze lowers to the table and his eyes connect with the shirt as he analyzes the material. He looks back up at me with a frown and I could see his brain turning its wheels when his eyes suddenly go wide and his lips part slowly as his eyebrows rise. His eyes connect with mine almost immediately as his eyes silently asking me the question

Is it his?

I nod my head slightly smiling letting him know it wasn't a big deal. and it wasn't. I can't be mad at him for taking my offer of cleaning his shirt. 

He could have said it nicer though...asshole I thought, a frown itching onto my face. A shiver runs down my spine involuntarily as I envisioned those eyes in my head..those cold steel grey eyes