I WASN'T sure why Emily asked me to meet her by the café. She asked me to be there by four, yet it's now ten passed four.
Come on, Emily. I just want to see you already.
I can't believe my inner self just said that. I know it's a bit weird – but I don't really control my 'inner self'.
"Oi, dork!" I heard someone call. I looked behind me, to see it was Emily.
My heart raced as soon as I saw her. She had a white shirt on, with 'brat' written in a pink spray paint font; black shorts and converse.
She started walking towards me, before kissing me briefly and walking in. I was dazed by just looking at her, let alone anything else.
I also decided to walk in and I saw her sitting at a table, scrolling through her phone.
"So, want to order anything?" She asked me, putting her phone down.
