“stop looking at me like that.” I mumble again.
He just smirks at how flustered I am becoming. Well, f**k him and his pretty face.
“tell me, why did you call me?” he asks.
I swallow and go back to nibbling on the pastry.
“i don’t know…. I just did. I guess I was a bit tipsy and your phone number was the first I saw and I thought.. why not…?” I say. I am getting more and more flustered and he can tell. He just keeps staring at me. I feel naked. His gaze is intense like he can see through me.
Weirdly I like his eyes on me. I like been watched by him. I might just be a weirdo or I smacked my head somewhere along the line.
“okay.” he says.
That’s all he says.
I look at him expecting him to say more, something…. Anything… but he doesn’t.
The waiter comes back with a scone and black
