Chapter Thirteen
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Austin- Can we meet tomorrow?
Me- No, I'm going shopping with my sister and her friend for Thanksgiving.
Me- What's wrong?
Austin- Let's meet up today then.
Me- Alright, but isn't it something we can discuss with a call?
Austin- Meet me at Dami Coffees.
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So frustrating. Why would he just message me to meet him and be nowhere to be found.
I was surprised he'd chosen the coffee shop I always came to, but why did he randomly message me to meet him.
Especially two days to Thanksgiving?
Helen waved at me from the counter, which I returned with a wink as she wiped her wet hand on her apron, heading towards me.
“Hey girl, you've been sitting here for about ten minutes, you sure you don't want anything?” She asked.
“No, I'm actually expecting someone so I'll order once he arrives,” I explained watching her raise a brow.
“He?”
“Yeah, he.”
She gave me a teasing smile, “alright, I guess I'll leave you with your he," then went back to attend to other customers.
About five minutes later, the coffee door chimed, revealing the handsome figure of Austin.
He was dressed in a black coat and trousers, with a black beanie , but the tip of his hair escaped from it, making him look more hot than I'd noticed.
There was no way a man could look so handsome, right?
But then he was.
His gaze scanned the coffee shop till it landed on me, then he strutted towards me.
Maybe it was my imagination, but it seemed like he was walking in slow motion to look even more handsome (which worked).
Gasps filled the shop as some people rose to their feet, retrieving their phones from wherever it had been.
What was going on?
He didn't seem to care because he didn't turn to either one of them as he stopped by my table, taking a seat opposite mine, with a table separating us.
Murmurs filled the shop, but still he didn't seem to care.
“Hey,” he greeted like nothing was happening around us.
“Hi?” I pulled my brows in confusion at why normal people were taking photos of our table.
“What?” Still, he sounded so alright with what was going on.
I pushed my chair to sit beside his so I could lean closer for us to be out of earshot, “don't you see the people taking photos?”
He turned to me, “I don't care about them.”
Immediately, it registered to me how close we were at the moment, especially when our gaze locked so I quickly pulled apart, surprised that my heart was racing twice as fast.
It didn't help that the murmuring increased and the photo taking had certainly become way more.
Helen sauntered towards us, offering me an even more teasing smile, “would you like to get anything?”
“Hot coffee.” He said, turning to me to obviously ask what I wanted.
“Same,” I was far too aware of everyone's presence to even act half as normal as he did.
Helen left, then came back a few minutes later with a tray of two cups of coffee.
She dropped one in front of him, then the other in front of me so after a wink, she pivoted then left.
“Okay, so now let me tell you why I asked you to come,” he started, still not caring about others' presence.
“Don't you think we should discuss this in a more private place?” I asked in a whisper, because this was certainly uncomfortable.
He shrugged, “we can talk in my car if you want to.”
I nodded, “yeah, I want to,”
We both rose to our feet, leading to more murmurs and picture taking as we sauntered to the counter.
I was about to retrieve my card from my purse when he placed his hand on mine, “I called you here so it's my treat.”
Normally, I wouldn't let any guy pay for my stuff, but his touch did unexplainable things to me that I found myself agreeing as long as it’d stop him from touching me.
He released my hand, retrieving his card from the pocket of his coat, and offering it to Helen, who still had the teasing smile on.
What was that about? What's happening to me?
It was probably because of everyone's presence and the fact they were taking photos.
They'd probably think we were a real couple if he kept on touching me like that.
Once he'd paid, he leaned closer, the scent of his cologne causing my heart to race faster yet again.
“Let's go,”
I nodded, not sure why I wasn't able to speak and why my breath had seized.
When he placed his hand at the small of my back to lead me past the yet more murmuring crowds, I could feel the heat searing through my sweater.
“Hi Austin,” someone I'd assume to be a fan said, but he ignored him as we both left the coffee shop for his car.
If I'd expected him to open the car door for me, then yep, I was getting crazy because he didn't do so and just entered the driver's seat while I entered the passenger's seat.
Finally out of the fans, I was able to breathe again and my heart rate went back to normal, but the heat of his touch didn't leave.
“Oh my gosh, does this happen every time?” I had to ask because that'd explain why he wasn't shaken by it all.
“Not all the time, but mostly when I'm in public places,” he sounded so indifferent, I was amazed.
“Wait a sec,” I quickly retrieved my notepad and pen from my purse (as I took them everywhere I went just in case), writing all he'd just said.
I could use it for the characters of my book.
“What are you doing?” He asked, his tone devoid of emotions.
“I'm going to use this that just happened for my book,” I explained, returning the notepad and pen once I was done.
Then I turned to him, surprised that he had been staring at me the entire time, and hating the fact my heart raced twice as fast again.
I ignored the effect, staring ahead, “so, why did you ask to meet me?”
“I want you to come to my family's Thanksgiving as my girlfriend.” He said, surprising me to turn back to him.
“Huh?”
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