As I take a seat in the small sweet café near the window, I watch as my sister approaches the counter to announce her presence and that she preordered our meal. Although I can't hear the conversation, I can see that she is not happy with whatever it is they are saying to her. The poor woman behind the counter is looking at my sister as if she is another creature.

Wides eyes, and a look of disbelief taking over her features. I find myself chuckling as my sister tries her best to rein in her temper and keep up her civilized, angelic demeanour. Moments later she is discreetly stomping her way back over to me with a small pout on her lips. If it was only the two of us in the café she would have been roaring and threatening to sneak poison into their ingredients.

"They thought my phone order was a prank call, can you believe this? As if I would joke about wanting to poison you. One less devil in this world, could they not see how I was doing the world a favour?" Her pout deepens and I start laughing again, noticing the hint of amusement behind her sour face. Regardless of how honest her words sound, I know she cares for me and would drag me straight to the hospital if her assassination plot ever worked out.

"I feel so loved right now, I am surprised you didn't just poison me in the womb, would have made your life so much easier, don't you agree?" I state back with amusement before I cloak my expression again as I look around the café.

It is quiet enough with only a few tables occupied.

An elderly couple seated side by side as the man reads the newspaper, his wife leaning against his shoulder with a content smile on her face as she sips on the teacup she has held with both hands.

A young girl, most likely a college student, busy typing on her laptop as she takes sips from her coffee cup every few minutes without taking her eyes off the screen.

Another young woman, slightly older with 3 children seated at the table with her. She has a European look to her features, Spanish maybe, whereas all of the children are white natives. Also, far to young to be their mother. My first guess would be that she is their Au Pair, but who knows. She could be their mother, step-mother or maybe just some relative.

The last table is occupied by a male who I can only guess to be in his mid-twenties. Since his head is down and his black hair is covering his features, I can't see much so he could be much older. He is dressed in a suit, though it looks rather rugged, most likely from rushing to get dressed. He has many sheets spread across his table as he reads over them, doing so rather nervously. He looks a mess, smothered with anxiety and stress. Intern maybe, under pressure from whatever company he works for, or else preparing for an interview.

The clicking of fingers brings my attention back to my sister and she tries to catch my eyes while wearing a soft smile. "Finally, I've been doing that for the last minute trying to get your attention. Anyway, I must share with you our plans for the day!"

I simply stare back at her with a blank expression, knowing full well that she is waiting for me to react or get excited. Yet, I am all but that. So far she woke me up much too early on my day off, made a deal using bribes to take the reins of today's plans, and is falling behind on said deal since I have yet to smell my delicious doughnut or crepe making its way over to me.

Probably guessing my annoyance she lets out a dramatic sigh while giving me a small smile. "Ok ok, relax... no need to get so excited, I'll tell you, give me a chance to speak, gosh!"

Eyebrow raised in silent impatience for her to continue she bounces in her seat a little before clapping her hands. Sometimes I really do wonder how she can go from the worst evil little witch to a giddy teenage girl. "Well, I will only tell you half of the plans, I am still waiting until you are fed before I share it all with you. After we eat here, we are heading to the mall as I need to get an outfit to wear for the day. I know, I have plenty at home but today is special, and I wanted to look extra nice for a first impression. Afterwards, we will head over to the Art Gallary, there is an exhibition on tonight, which I know you will love, but I also know you are not a fan of crowds so I used my contacts to allow us early entry for this afternoon. I thought I could just get us entry for you to look around at the art while no one was there but, it ended up that they have a private event that takes place a few hours before the public one. I got us entry to that, but in return, I had to do a favour. That favour will be repaid tonight... But... well, I will tell you what that is later when you aren't so hangry."

Throughout her little speech, I can only stare at her in wonder. Three questions are running through my mind but I stay silent as I try to figure them out myself first.

The first is who's exhibition it is. Although I am not an artist myself, I certainly am an art enthusiast. The three main areas in Art that I follow is Music, Dance, and Panting. Though I do appreciate all other kinds. Not many know of my love for this as I don't express my interest in it too loudly, I simply enjoy the look, sound and feel that art gives you. I try to think of what exhibitions are taking place in the local Art Gallary, a location that I visit quite frequently on my breaks from work. There is none that come to mind so I am left blank on that topic.

The second question is who my sister would be trying so hard to impress. Never has she shown interest in someone, or looked for attention, she was always given it, wanted or not. My only guess is that there is someone attending this exhibition that she knows of, and needs to become an alliance of some kind with them. But once I see what kind of outfit she picks out for herself, the answer should reveal herself.

My last question is what my dimwit of a sister agreed to for this. I would not have minded attending tonight if is an artist who I admire greatly, though the thought of a large crowd if they are very popular, does freak me out. I can only keep up my cold facade for so long, and large crowds can make me get a bit antsy.

Just as I am about to ask each of these questions, my mouth starts to water as the smell of fresh doughnuts, crepes and coffee attacks my senses. My eyes snap over to the waiter who is bringing out dishes over in a painfully slow walk, and I hear my sister let out a low growl knowing this slow pace is making me more hangry. She keeps silent though and lets out a sigh when they are finally placed in front of us.

I immediately dig in and savour the taste of every bite and sip my meal has to offer. Summer is watching me intently, most likely waiting for my hungry emotions to die down and peace to take over.

Eventually, she starts to concentrate on her food, slowly eating each bite of her salad, before she glances at me and announces the final plan of the day, involving the favour she promised.

"The favour is, that I find someone to go on a blind date. My connection is the owner of the Art Gallery that we will be going to. I've known him since I started up my company, and use his gallery quite often for runway shows and other events. It is not the local one you usually attend so I know that you are unaware of the exhibition taking place and who it is featuring. It is a private function, and the one I wish to impress is the artist themselves. Merely business purposes. I don't believe it is an artist you know, but it is a style you love, I think." She waves her hand dismissively, taking a sip of her coffee. "Anyway, the owner, who you will meet later when we arrive, asked for me to find someone for this date. I wasn't given a name yet though. I, myself, would have gone on the date and then say there was no connection. But as it worked out, the man who would be on the date is only interested in males. I know of no other male who is single and has interest in males also so-"

Not expressing any emotion in my voice, I interrupt her with a sharp tone, "So, you suggested the one 'gay boy' you know. Me."

She looks at me, gauging my reaction for a few moments when I remain stone-faced, she sighs and continues. "I didn't suggest you, or even mention your name with regards to that matter but I did say I had someone in mind. I could have just set you up and had you attend the date without any knowledge, and although that is quite tempting, my ugly caring side for you won over." She lets out a small giggle at herself before her expression changes to complete softness. She reaches across the table to rest her hand on mine which is gripping my fork rather harshly. "You have always have expressed how much you would give to fall in love, to find the right person, but how do you expect to find that when you close yourself off from giving anyone a chance?"

The truth behind those words hits harder than I thought they would. Although I hide behind these walls, love is something I crave to share with someone. I have so much in me to give but I am scared to allow anyone in to get a feel of how much love I can share. The need to be able to share my true self with someone who isn't my friends or family goes beyond anything imaginable. It may sound sappy but that is who I am, a stone cold teddy bear who needs love and affection, and needs to return it ten times more.

As I try to keep my composure, I bite my lip in thought before I glance back up at my sister who has a determined look on her face but gives me a warm, rare smile when our eyes meet. "If I do without any knowledge on him, you know I will bail from nerves. Find out something, anything, and I will consider it given that information. It may be a blind date but I need some sort of sight going into something like that. If not then, I don't know Summer, ask Ignacio-"

My words are cut off when I hear a smash coming from a table across the room. As I slowly stand to get a better view, I notice in the corner of my eye that Summer is smiling widely at me before she squeezes my hand and raises from her seat also. I start to make my way over to the table that has now some commotion happening around it as Summer takes out her phone, most likely calling her contact to do as I said.