“What is the chance?” I am sure he is stalking me. As if. I laugh at how stupid I sound.
“Let me taste yours first.” I say to him.
“So fast…?” He answers me. So, he thinks he is funny, huh? Asshole.
“Idiot, the drink.” he just chuckles at that and passes me the drink. I tasted it and it is so good. Definitely my order. He sees the relief in my eyes and laughs at my face. He has a warm laugh though. Kind of enchanting. What I am saying.
“What do you think? Is this really my drink?” He asks me.
I answer that by saying “ If you just like melted sugar, it surely is yours.” He laughs at that and I feel strange again. He sees the opportunity and takes the cup from my hands. He drinks a sip and nods.
“What? You are gonna develop diabetes at this rate with how sweet that is.” He laughs again and I feel warm again. Why?
“Did you know some people need sugar to keep breathing?” That is not exactly his case. I look at him with suspicious eyes while he keeps a perfect serious facade that no one would believe.
“I know, weak ones.” I say while he opens his eyes and mouth like if I had insulted his mom. I can't help but laugh at the expression he just did.
“You are pure evil.” he says, still astounded by my remarks. His eyes warm and full of laughter.
“Says the one who spilled hot coffee on someone.” I say with an innocent face. He just makes a pained sound like if what I just said was a knife straight to the heart.
“You know I didn't do it on purpose and that I am sorry for that.” He looks at me and I just laugh at the way he is. I feel warm. Weird.
“You still need to pay for my shirt.” I say with a grin on my face.
“Cut me some slack. I brought you that thing this morning.” He says it with a proud face and posture that reminds me of a child that did something on his own without help.
“Yeah, gonna leave it at that for now. Anyways, how did you know I was going to be there?” He looks weird for a moment and then he shrugs.
“I figured you might be in college and the only one here is the one we go to.” He is right. Still, I feel some vibe coming from him. Forget it, I won't pay attention to that.
“You know I was worried your skin would have been badly damaged by the coffee I spilled on you, are you fine?” He does really look worried.
“Yeah, I am fine. It wasn't that bad. I was just a little over the edge and overreacted.” He looks pleased by my answer. I am glad, he looks like a good person to me. It is kind of weird how easy it is to talk to him though. “Anyways, what the hell are you drinking so I never make the mistake and older it?” he chuckles at my way of phrasing things and says.
“Cold vanilla London fog sweetened with pure honey.” I whistle because that sounds kind of classy, and here I am, drinking “Italian lemonade”.
“Are you trying to humiliate me? Because that won't work. My sister is a chef.” I play with him. Like to seeing him laughing or smiling. What the hell is happening to me?
“Yes, I am. You are a thug to my eyes.” he says in a polish voice. I am speechless while he cackles to no end due to the face I made. Once again, I feel drawn to him. Warm fuzzy feelings in my stomach. What is wrong?
“Well, my dad was a thief, he is in jail now.” I say in a conclusive voice while he just stops laughing, looking ashamed for what he just said. I am still waiting for what is gonna come next but it seems like he just doesn't have anything to answer to that.
“Cat got your tongue?” I say in a joking tone, he looks at me with shocked eyes and I can't contain my laugh anymore.
“You are really the devil, but is that really true about your dad?” He asks.
“No, he is dead” he looks flabbergasted by what I said that he doesn't realize how nonchalant I am. Remember, I don't remember?
“I am sorry, I shouldn't have asked that.” If he knew I don't really mind.
“It's fine. I don't remember that much about him though, it happened a long time ago.” he kind of looks sad.
“Let's change the topic. Now that I think about it, what is your name?” Well, I am going to figure out who this dude is.
“I am L…” *Ring Ring* *Ring Ring* Who the hell is calling now? Karla?
“Sorry, I have to answer this call.” I hear a faint ok before answering.
“Hello?”
“Where are you?” Is what Karla says.
“I am at Bread&Coffee, did something happen?”
“No, just need you here ASAP.”
“Why?” Really? Now?
“Just come here Liam”
“Ok” I say in a reluctant voice.
“Well, I have to go. Bye.” I say in a hurried tone. Karla and her outbursts, now what the hell she wants.
I go rushing down the street. I will have to walk fast to get home.
When I arrived at home, Karla is waiting for me at the doorstep with a maniac grin on her face, what the hell? “I got some news for you”
“Can you just tell me why you called me and told me to come home ASAP?”
“The new neighbors,” she says excited.
“The new neighbors what…” she is vibrating. Wow.
“They invited us to dinner tonight” Oh, I am gonna kill her. It was that?
Calm down Liam, she is your sister, the one that gives you everything.
“Ok, nice. But why are you so excited about it?” I mean no one has ever done that before. It could be that.
“It is our first time being invited to something Liam.” She looks mad that I do not take this with importance.
“Wrong, what about my graduation day?”
“Don't be ridiculous” Ouchhh “That doesn't count.” Mmm, right. She is mean. That confirms to me that we are siblings.
“Ok, but who the hell invited us?” It is not common for us to receive invitations. This is going to be so boring. Not to mention, I was having fun talking to that dude… What? I don't remember his face again. How is that even possible?
*Snap* *Snap*
“LIAM, go get yourself ready, we just have one hour.” I go upstairs thinking about why I can't remember his face. I have to get my brain checked. Anyways, what will I wear tonight? A black v-neck sweater with a pair of black dress pants combined with redwine pattern leather boots. Done.
While I am getting ready, I can't stop thinking about today's encounter. It was nice but I was INTERRUPTED before getting his name. What a shame.
“Damn, fifty minutes have already gone by.” I mutter.
“Liam, are you ready?”
“I am” I say while going downstairs to meet her.
“Wow, you are so handsome, reminds me of dad.” Her eyes get a little misty.
“Why, thank you. You look ‘fine’” I say in a nonchalant way. She is wearing a navy blue dress with high sandals. Some silver ear cuffs on both sides with a snake silver necklace. She is really beautiful, but don't tell her that I said that.
“Thank you too” she says in a soft way. “Ready?”
“Yes” let's go with this. It will make her happy. She catches my arm and we walk outside the house.
When we reach the neighbors house, Karla knocks on the door. A tall man in his fifties with blonde hair and warm face opens the door. His wife, a woman with kind green eyes and soft features by his side.
“Oh, please come in, we were so excited to have you here today. I will call our son.” She says in a cheerful tone.
“Lucas, the neighbors arrived” I am about to laugh, she just yelled his name and it was that.
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