We get another glass of prosecco and take a trip around the garden, politely greeting everyone and participating in small talk.
When we’re finally alone again, Natalya’s eyes suddenly light up as she waves at one of the catering girls and I freeze.
She’s young, with long wavy dark hair pulled into a ponytail, and she just crashed into one of the tables, dropping her tray of water glasses when she noticed Natalya.
“Oh my God,” Natalya murmurs and runs to help her.
I’m paralyzed.
Should I help them too?
It was nothing really and none of the glasses broke on the soft grass. Both of them get up and laugh it off, then the girl turns around and walks toward the catering tent, shooting a quick glance toward my table before grabbing clean glasses.
Natalya walks back to me, still smiling.
“Who was that?” I ask her quietly.
“Kiara. She’s from my school.”
“Mhm,” I hum, not taking my eyes off her.
She’s cute. A lot.
My face is warming up ridiculously fast.
What the fuck.
And then she turns her gaze toward us and her eyes meet mine.
Fuck.
I look somewhere else quickly and put the glass of prosecco to my lips to distract myself. But it’s empty. Jesus.
Why am I being so weird?
I look at her once more.
She’s still watching me.
Fuck fuck fuck.
What am I doing?
I run my fingers through my hair, feeling like I don’t know where to put my hands.
And then it hits me. She was just staring at my hands. They’re brutally ugly and people always stare.
I check her again but she’s already on the other side of the tent, filling more glasses with alcohol, not minding us.
Okay. Calm down.
Natalya snorts next to me and when I turn my gaze toward her, she’s staring at me with her eyebrows up, smirking.
“Jesus Kas, if you want her number, just ask,” she laughs. “She’s really sweet, so she would probably go out with an emo like you.”
She rolls her eyes and I just scoff.
“Shut up, I don’t need you to be my wingman.”
