DESIRÉE DOYLE
"Are you alright?" Charlotte asked and I tore my gaze off the dark-haired man that was seated at a corner in the Café, his head buried in a book, swinging my head in her direction.
My cheeks turned a hot shade of pink immediately.
Her brown eyes shone with a hint of amusement and mischief like she knew I had been watching him all evening.
"Uh. . yeah. I am fine." I answered honestly.
"He is a sight. I know it. You don't have to hide the fact that you are interested in him." Her tone was a little chiding.
"What? No!" I denied it vehemently.
"Oh, please. I think the pink tint on your cheeks will disagree with you." She gave a dismissive wave of her hand in the air.
I bit my lip, unsure of what to say as I looked away from her. She giggled like a little girl and nudged m
