“I don’t know. Sophia seems to think you’re married with kids, that’s why you’re so secretive.” I raised my eyebrow and watched as his smile grew wider.
“Absolutely no children for me thank you.” I chuckled. I loved the thought of having children. Children were wonderful.
“So you have a wife?” I watched him slump his shoulders.
“Nope. No wife.” He raised his hand and pointed towards his left hand. There was no sign of a ring. I exhaled and relaxed back in my chair.
“What about you? Boyfriend?” I instantly shook my head and closed my eyes. The image of Ben popped in it.
“No,” I stumbled on what to say next and I could feel my face filling with blood again.
“Fabulous.” I watched as he winked at me. “So what are you drinking today? Have you eaten? We could get cake?” I suppressed a large grin and shrugged.
“Cake sounds okay. I’ll have my normal.” I smiled towards him as he stood up. It was only now I noticed he was in a suit. A grey suit. It clung in all the right places and hung on others. It looked expensive and it probably was. I shook my head frantically. Stop staring at him. The man behind the counter was staring at him in probably the same manner I was. He glanced back towards me and I lifted my hand to wave. I blushed. Fuck sake. He carried our cups towards us with an air of grace and plonked himself down opposite me once more.
“You still haven’t told me how old you are.” I stated matter of factly.
“I’m old enough to be your dad.” My eyes widened instantly and my mouth dropped. “I’m 27 Avaya.” I picked my jaw up off the floor and nodded. Embarrassment seeping through my blood. “The waiter said they would bring our cake shortly. Have you eaten today?” I shook my head and glanced into my cup. I always loved the way they made patterns in the froth.
“Not yet.” I muttered. I had suddenly gone shy.
“But it's 11:30?” He prodded my arm and I shrugged.
“I haven’t really been hungry.” I glanced back toward him and noticed his eyes were glazed over. There was a strange look in them that made me shift awkwardly in my seat and then it was gone again.
“You look like you work out, do you?” He questioned and I smirked slightly.
“No. In all honesty I detest working out.” Images of us in that Spin class last week flash in my head and I held in my giggle. “I dance.” I let my eyes wander over his face as I watched him nod. He was a handsome bloke. Some would say perfect. He looked every bit a grown up in his suit and tie. I truly believed him when he said he was old enough to be my dad.
“I have a friend that danced.” His face twisted and I took a sip from my cup.
“Oh you have friends?” I watched as a smirk crossed his face again.
“You’re full of compliments aren’t you Miss Holt?” His eyebrows raised in a seductive manner. I glanced down towards his coffee cup to see he hadn’t touched it. The waiter had placed our cake on the table with two spoons. I felt my cheeks blush. This seemed intimate. “You carry on, you haven’t eaten all day.” I ran my hand across the table and picked up the fork before digging into the cake. It was good, the perfect way to start a day. I smiled to myself and caught myself examining his face. He looked like he didn’t belong here. Sat in this coffee shop, in front of me of all people. I saw a glimpse of him looking at my bun. I flushed crimson. There was the familiar sound of buzzing again and he held his phone to his face.
“Conway,” I could tell he was about to stand again, but he didn’t he smiled in my direction and I swore this was the first time it had touched his eyes. “Right,” he began, “then just rearrange” there was another slightly longer pause, “fucking hell Della, I’m doing something personal,” he glanced towards me and smiled again. His big mud brown eyes gleaming again “something like that, now can you please hold them off for another 10 minutes and I’ll be there?” He winked towards me and my heart fluttered slightly. “Della, no 10 minutes.” He placed the phone down on the table and took a huge breath. I placed my fork on the plate and gestured at the cake.
“You can have the rest, you seem like you’re in a rush to go.” The feeling of disappointment consumed me.
“Everybody is always in a rush, the world stops for no man.” I nodded in agreement with him. He was right it didn’t. “I’d like to do this again though?” I had a glimpse of a softer side of him and I liked that side better than the cold and cocky Conway.
“That would be nice.” I cleared my throat and pushed the wispy bits of hair behind my ears. “What’s so important that you have to go now?” I almost shivered at how cringe worthy and begging that question was.
“I didn’t lie when I said I had a business, apparently nobody can make a decision without me,” He seemed unsettled and I nodded “I may have forgotten that there was a meeting today too.” I let out a small smile and rose to my feet. I held out my hand for him to shake but he held it to his mouth. I took a sharp intake of breath.
“Thank you for the cake.” I muttered down at him. He seemed a little smaller from where I was now stood. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He flashed me a genuine smile and nodded.
“Anytime Holt.” I smiled down at his big brown eyes and made my way away from the coffee shop. I may have just made
