Ellen POV
"Sorry?" I tried to get Duff to repeat his question.
"I see you have your eyes on Axl Smith. Are you also like the other girls with a crush on Axl Smith? The dangerous boy," Duff said, looking at me curiously.
I quickly shook my head. "That's impossible," I replied. "I don't like guys like Axl."
"Really?" Duff didn't seem to believe me. "Every girl that comes into my coffee shop, almost all of them talk about Axl Smith. I didn't care until Axl Smith appeared in my cafe and saw the girls like they were under magic."
I chuckled at Duff's words. "Actually, I also wonder why they're so interested in Axl. He looks vulgar too."
Duff supported his chin by replacing his right hand. His elbow rested on the table, and he looked at me. "You're different from the girls I've seen so far
