Chapter Six
~London~
"London, can you get that table please? I've got my hands full." Wendy, the cafe owner, had asked.
"Of course!" I chirped. I grabbed a pad and pencil and went out to the tables. My wolf yipped and whined in my head as I stared at the mystery dark hair sitting in a booth. I went over, knowing it was my mate. A foolish grin spread on my face as I looked him straight in the eyes.
"Hi, what would you like?" I said sickly sweet, trying to tease him.
"The London sandwich, with your coffee." I gaped at him, and he laughed.
"Are you almost off?" Connor laughed heavily. I bit my lip and shook my head.
"Yes, but I'm not going anywhere with you." I ticked my tongue and spun on my heel.
"That's what you think shorty." I scoffed.
"I'm not that short." He smirked.
