Um. Okay. That was, uh, a little intense. But then I was getting used to Dank’s intensity. He was definitely interested in me. There was no question. He liked me as much as I liked him. Jay didn’t stand a chance against this.
“Can I get you something to drink?” A chipper voice asked and I jerked my hand back, startled by the interruption.
“Pagan?” Dank asked looking at me instead of the waitress. I lifted my attention from him to the girl who wasn’t looking at me at all. She was drinking in Dank. I couldn’t blame her. Not one bit.
“Orange juice, please.” She nodded and scribbled it done then looked wistfully at Dank.
“Milk,” he replied still watching me.
“Here are your menus. I’ll be back in a few minutes to take your order” she told Dank, who ignored her.
“Thanks,” I replied.
She left and I looked back at Dank. “You’re making me nervous,” I told him.
He frowned and leaned back in his seat. “I’m sorry.”
Great. Now he looked worried. How did someone like him appear so hard and untouchable one minute, then sensitive and hurt the next? He was one big contradiction.
“Don’t apologize. I haven’t had a shower and I have on no makeup. I wasn’t expecting to see you this morning when Miranda kicked me out of the room with nothing but these clothes to put on.”
Dank smirked, “You look perfect. You always do.” Then he paused and leaned forward again, “Why did Miranda kick you out?”
“Nathan came to apologize this morning. He woke us up banging on our door. Jay was with him. Anyway, I’m not sure what he said to make it better because she kicked us out. I’m pretty sure they were getting busy which was why she threw clothes at me and told me to go away.”
“That explains this morning. I was worried I had some competition.”
There was a competition? For me? Oh my.
“No, right now you’re the only one I’m interested in spending more time with.”
The pleased grin that lit up his face was worth putting myself out there.
Our drinks were placed in front of us and I realized I hadn’t even looked at a menu. Dank explained that we needed a few more minutes.
Chapter Fourteen
Pagan
I managed to wake up with my alarm clock this morning so I had time to make the quick stop to the coffee shop. I would also be more awake during class. Miranda was still sleeping when I left. Her first class of the day wasn’t until eleven so this was her morning to sleep late. Unfortunately, I hadn’t been blessed with one of those on my schedule.
After spending Saturday morning with Dank, I’d gone to the library and found the other books I need for my Literature class. Then I’d called it an early night. Miranda had gone out with Nathan and not returned until seven on Sunday morning. I’d once again been woken up entirely too early for a weekend. She’d insisted we spend the day shopping for new underwear and shoes.
I’d texted back and forth with Dank some and he’d called once but I hadn’t seen him. Not that he hadn’t tried. Miranda had just consumed my entire day Sunday. Then that night when she had gone out with Nathan again, Dank wasn’t around. At least I got to go to bed early.
The line at the coffee shop was not moving very quickly. I glanced down at my phone for the time; I had fifteen minutes. The walk from here was about five so I should be good.
Finally, the blond guy in front of me moved. He was holding two cups of coffee and smiling at me. I returned the smile and waited for him to actually walk away so I could step up and order my morning caffeine, but the guy wasn’t budging. He held out one of the coffees to me. What was he doing? Sharing? Um, no thanks. I was picky about my latte.
“Caramel latte with whipped cream. Just for you,” the happy stranger said. How had he known what I was going to order? And why did he order it for me? Was he a stalker? Should I call the police?
“Next, please,” the guy behind the counter said in an annoyed tone. We were holding up progress.
“Take it. The guy just made it. I can’t drink two of them.” The sincere kindness in his eyes sold me. Maybe he was just a lucky guesser. Or maybe I should really call the cops.
I took the cup from his hand and stepped out of the line. The girl behind me sighed loudly and mumbled, “Finally, Thank you.”