“See you soon,” I hung up and sent him the location before replying to Daisy.
Dex and I are going to embark on a romantic walk behind you guys. ;)
Daisy
I'm so excited!! Make sure you kiss him in the sunset.
This isn't a date.
Daisy
Sounds like one to me.
You're incorrigible. Now go and enjoy your date.
My roommate reappeared at her table with a dazzling smile, and shortly, they made their way outside. I spent a couple of long minutes still hovering in there, packing up my stuff and finishing my drink.
“Hi,” a voice sounded over me as I flipped my laptop closed, and I glanced at the guy standing in front of me. He was a redhead with green eyes and a wide smile as he looked down at me.
“Hi.”
“Sorry, didn't mean to startle you... I just noticed you sitting here, and I wanted to come over to tell you, I think you're very pretty.”
I tucked my hair behind my ears and tried to smile. What did Derek say to do in these situations? Maintain eye contact, smile.
“Um… thank you,” I muttered, my cheeks flushing. Not that I didn't think I was pretty, but it's always different to hear it from someone else.
“I wanted to offer you a coffee, but I see you already have one... so...” he looked around sheepishly, and I blinked.
Was I supposed to ask for another? Was I supposed to offer an alternative?
Instead, I just blinked at him.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Dex lean against the sofa by the entrance, dressed in his dark-washed denim jeans and a long-sleeved t-shirt. He looked so hot and casual, just leaning and amused as hell at my struggle.
The pure sigh of him enjoying my misery fueled me, and I smiled wider.
“Unfortunately, I was just leaving, but why don't you give me your number, and I can message you, and we will organize something for another day?” I asked, reaching for my phone.
“Yes... that would be great,” he nodded, surprised I went for it. “I'm Arthur, by the way.”
Who the hell names their kid Arthur?
“Rosalie,” I replied instead of judging. Still, I was silently judging.
I watched him work my phone, and soon he handed it back. “I popped myself in as Art. Everyone calls me that, and in brackets, I put ‘coffee shop guy’. In case you forget.”
I grinned. “Thanks, Art.”
“I look forward to your message, Rosalie.”
It felt good, finally someone calling me by my full name. I felt like an adult rather than a little child.
“That went well,” Dex observed, making a show of fake clapping for me.
I bumped my shoulder into his, ignoring the electricity coursing through my body from the contact.
“What's Prince Charming's name?”
