I have to give it to this guy for knowing his restaurants and for knowing all his foods

I have to give it to this guy for knowing his restaurants and for knowing all his foods. For the whole day, I loved everything that we ate and it’s like my soul was satisfied to the core. Everything has been so good you’ll just want to thank yourself for being born in this lifetime for such experience.

“I like where that happy face of yours is going, dummy. Satisfied?”

No need to deny it and I even gave him two thumbs up. “Very much. You know your food, pervert, nice job.”

The main course was amazing and now dessert is just as divine. I have to remember all these places where we are eating because I’ll surely want to come back again.

While enjoying this dessert, we converse like how normal people would do and it was actually nice not being two steps ahead for wanting to tease each other to death. We talked about everything random. Mostly me answering his unending questions about my likes and dislikes and I question all of them back to him. It’s like getting to know each other without really touching the important details.

And now, I’m wondering why.

Are we both scared to know each other because that wouldn’t make sense now with the remaining hours we have? Because I am. I am scared.

“Don’t, dummy. Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?”

“That.” He finishes his wine and gestures at my face. “Don’t look at me like I’m dying.”

I chuckle and shake my head. “I am not, pervert. I’m not too satanic to want you dead. You just look—”

“Handsome? Hot? Oh, wait, charming? Damn, dummy, I know right!”

I laughed at this guy’s silliness. He looks like an idiot while trying to be overly boastful. “Nah, I say all of them.”

“I—” He looked ready to fight my remark but stopped himself for being surprised at what I said instead. He even made an overacted shook expression while he is holding his chest.

I tried not to laugh at his reaction. This is fun. I get to tease him more when I give him the same medicine of his flirting skills. “You’re too beautiful.”

He shifts on his seat and now his ears are cherry red. He covered them immediately when he noticed that I was looking at them. “Okay, okay, dummy, stop now.”

“Stop what?” I play dumb again because it was so worth it seeing him blushing like this. “Stop saying you’re a beautiful guy? How can I when you really are?”

“My goodness! Win, stop!”

There it is again; the same joy when he said my name and I can’t help but to laugh out loud. I know other people inside this restaurant might be looking like us like we turned crazy but I’m sorry to them because I don’t care anymore. This guy can be really cute and I need to laugh at him.

I wiped my literal tears of joy. “You really can’t handle being flirted to, can you?”

He asks the attention of the waiter to get more wine before looking at me again. He shrugs. “Maybe, maybe not. I don’t really know since you’re the first person to do it.”

I raise my brow at him. “Then what do you call those girls who’s always asking for things from you?”

“Ah.” He scratches his nape innocently then shrugs again. “That was my first time experiencing it all too, though I don’t think that’s flirting. They don’t give me the same feelings when you do it.”

It was my turn to finish my wine. Don’t pay attention to his smooth words, self, you can do it! “So, you mean to tell me you’ve never been in a relationship before? Ha! Do you really think anyone will buy that?”

I expect him to give me his smart comeback but he just shrugged again! “I never had anyone like this until you.”

“Stop shrugging!” When the waiter came, I asked for two more glasses of wine and this guy laughed at me. I didn’t mind him; I have to focus on our topic. “Nobody will believe that you’ve never been in a relationship before, pervert. All those smooth talks of yours only prove how a ladies’ man you are.”

Then there is his evil grin again! “So, those smooth talks worked on you, huh?”

I was so appalled that he just got his revenge laugh. This guy! “See! You are a fuck boy.”

He even wiggles his eyebrows and I expected some naughty ass thing he would say next but he just shrugged again!

“Goodness, what’s with you and shrugging?”

“Because I don’t really know.” He chuckles but then looks away to drink his wine again.

That stopped me from teasing him. Wait. Is he really being serious or he’s just playing with me? “What do you mean?”

He rolled his eyes—ah, yes, that eye-rolling again—before looking back at me. “Damn, dummy, stop proving that you’re really a dumdum. I meant what I said, I’ve never been in a relationship before even if that’s so hard to believe for you.”

Yup, I’m never going to believe this guy. “Why? I mean why haven’t you been in a relationship before? It should have been easy for you since everyone likes you without effort.”

“Does that mean you like me too?”

“Ah! I give up!”

He chuckles and gestures me calm down with both of his hands. “Okay, okay, I’ll stop. It’s hard not to say things like this because you make it so easy for me to blurt those things out without effort.” He smiles that innocent boyish smile. “You asked why and my answer would be because I guess I never had the chance to meet the person—right person—for me. Satisfied with the answer now?”

“Meet the right person? Are you a romantic?”

“Maybe I am.” He proudly answers. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting the right person for you without wasting your time and investing your love for someone who’s just going to pass by. It’s like reserving your self and love whole for the right person so when it comes to the right time, you’ll love that right person your best.”

My wine came and I immediately drank the first glass. “That’s too deep and I honestly didn’t expect that from you, pervert. What are you exactly looking for your right person?”

“Are you planning to be the right person for me, dummy?”

That’s it. I was about to have my walk out moment when he stopped me. He’s laughing and I really give up. I don’t know anymore if I’m going to take this guy seriously or proceed to my initial plan to never believe him. Because, seriously!

He now massages his jaw for laughing. Damn this guy, really.

I rolled my eyes and drank my second, third glass; I don’t know anymore.

“I don’t have a concrete standard for my right person because that wouldn’t make sense. That person is called the right person because he was meant for you whatever his imperfect perfections are.” He smiles, this time as if remembering something. “But if I’ll be given the chance to have something scripted, I just simply want to be able to give my right person everything...”

I was dumbfounded by his answer. I don’t really know what to believe when it comes to this guy anymore. He’s duality is just too much.

“In all honestly, I’m done waiting.” For a moment he looked really tired but then a second later he’s back to his asshole self, grinning at me. “I’m glad you’re here now.’

Okay. That’s it. I’m done. I walked out—for real!