Eleanor POV
I burst out laughing right in front of his face. I had no idea that this man is highly delusional. I might find him attractive, but to confess my feelings? I found it a bit absurd.
“What’s so funny?” He raised one eyebrow, looking a bit offended.
“That can’t be possible… You’re not my type.” I said, brushing my hair. The waitress came to interrupt and served us our food.
“You’re not going to eat anything?” He asked. “I don’t mind if you would share your food with me,” I said, pulling his plate and taking a piece of strawberry on top of his waffles.
He chuckled lightly. “And here you said that I am not your type…” His hand suddenly reach out towards my face, wiping the remnants of whipping cream on the side of my lips.
My face heated again and I never felt this embarr
