"You said he's not my type, but apparently I am his!' Beamed Laura with a wide grin when Elanor returned from the restroom, pushing towards her the paper wipe that had a phone number scribbled on it.
Elanor sat down, confused, looking at her friend, then slowly leaning to the side to look at the other table, but it was empty now. A brows raised slowly as she returned her gaze to Laura reaching for the paper towel to look at it. Laura snatched it back.
"That's mine princess." she giggled and set the paper towel in her lap.
"What happened? i've been away for like two minutes." Elanor spoke surprised.
Laura shrugged her shoulders slowly.
"All it was needed for him to make his move."
Elanor pressed her lips together and looked at her empty plate. This man stirred something in her. made
