I stared at my wristwatch again. Where the f* is this Mr. Lewis? I just went straight here without even thinking what he looked like. Well, I have no chance to ask Blue since he was indulged with Claire. Duh, I won't let my heart beaten more than it is now. Even though I'm a masochist at times.

I even left my phone. UGh.

But my guess, this Mr. Lewis is at his 40's or above.

But actually, I was waiting here for hours now but I can't find him. I scanned the restaurant where we're supposed to meet. There were only a few customers, five to be exact including me. Two were old couples eating silently. One who was, I think, 30 years was holding a menu up to his face. The other one who was also at his thirties was at the bar, drinking.

I rolled my eyes. It's too early for that, I thought. Well, none of these people seemed to be Mr. Lewis.

I stared at my wrist watch again. One more hour and I'm out. I thought to myself. Just then the waiter approached my table with a steaming cup of coffee.

"Coffee for you sir." He smiled as he laid the coffee on my table.

"I didn't order for this." I told him. The waiter look puzzled and checked his little note.

"But this was for your table." He said.

"I really didn't order this." I reiterated.

"Somebody might have ordered that for you." He said and smiled.

I looked around, the couple were still eating. The other man was still looking at the menu with the waiter patiently waiting for him. I looked toward the bar, I swear I caught the guy staring at me with a smirk on his face. He should be the one to look down first but the nerve, he held his gaze at me which made me look away.

I rolled my eyes. Duh. I stared at the coffee. It has a smile on the foam above it. But then I noticed the small note beside the cup.

'A smile on your face would look better -M.'

I raised my brow. Damn, I hate this. I turned to stand but a voice held me.

"Aw that would be such a waste if you don't drink the coffee I ordered." The guy from the bar said as he stood in front of me with his hands on his pockets.

I don't know why but I feel my blood boils. He is so arrogant. And he's got this smile plastered on his face and I don't know why it feels annoying for my part.

"I didn't asked you to order for me." I snapped at him and realized. Goodness, where are my manners?

He chuckled. "I'm Mason by the way. And you are?" He extended his right arm towards me.

I looked at it and back to his face. Ugh, his smile made me want to crumple his face. I turned away before I could do it. And I heard him again.

"Ouch, that's two rejections coming from you. You know nobody rejects me." He said.

And for once I felt like bursting. He is so aaarrgghhh.. I faced him.

"And who do you think you are to be not rejected? Like who are you?" I asked.

But in my frustration, he chuckled.

"This is somewhat interesting. You sure you don't know me?" He asked again.

Well as for me, I'm done. "I don't know you and I'm not interested." I said and hurried my way out but he called out.

"I wonder if I could sign that papers in your envelope so we could be done with it?" He asked.

That made me stopped on my track. I turned around. "Who are you?" I asked.

He smiled harder and leaned closer to me. "I thought you're not interested?" He mused. "I'm Mason Lewis."

And I felt the color on my cheeks turned crimson. Damn. Why didn't I see this?

"Well, shall we go back to our table?" He asked.

Thankfully I gained back my composure. McKinley, that was so embarrassing.