I know it's really short and pretty crappy, but I really do hope you enjoy it and continue reading. The rest of the story is pretty good according to my friends. (: (: Thanks. x
I frowned at my mom as she gagged on her Indian Chicken Tikka.
'Are you alright?' I asked, concerned. My mother's table manners were a lot better than mine. Mom cleared her throat and took a sip of her water before answering me.
'Yes, I'm fine.' She said, eyeing the guy who'd just entered the restaurant. I looked curiously from her to him. He had just above shoulder length shaggy brown hair and blue eyes, with a cocky smirk on his full lips. I could understand her interest.
'Mom! You're waaaaay older than him! He's only like 19!' I accused. My mom looked back to meet my eyes.
'I'm not checking him out! He just looks identical to Ian.' My mom explained. Ian had been my mom's boyfriend before I was born, and he'd worked as an airplane mechanic, a freak accident at the airport had claimed his life and my mom had been emotionally scarred ever since. I looked back to the guy. On second thought, he was almost identical. The resemblance was uncanny. The waitress showed him to a table and he sat without complaint. He raised his eyes and looked straight into mine. He smirked again. I blushed and dropped my eyes quickly. My mom leaned closer.
'That is so weird! He even has the same intimidating smirk!' She exclaimed. She quickly looked at the guy again. I was starting to feel sorry for him, the both of us were continually sneaking peeks at him; mom for her memories, and me because, to be honest with you, he was gorgeous. Mom let a small giggle escape her lips and she quickly shovelled some food into her mouth. I looked at her.
'What's so funny?' I asked, repeatedly telling myself not to look at the hottie. Mom chewed and pointed to her mouth. She'd deliberately started eating quickly to dodge my questions; smart woman. I glared at her. She swallowed and spoke quietly, but not quite a whisper.
'He's looking at you.' I shook my head in exasperation and looked up at him through my lashes. Mom hadn't been lying, he was staring at me determinedly. And I hated being stared at. I got up and walked towards him. I sat opposite him.
'Why have you been staring at me?' I demanded. 'Have you got a problem?' I asked, my voice lined with the kind of attitude you pick up being the eldest of three with a single mom. The guy cleared his throat.
'I was not staring, you looked up at the same time I did, what I want to know, is why both you and your mother have been looking at me continuously.' He said, waiting for me to explain. I blushed in embarrassment.
'Oh, er, you look like someone we know.' I stuttered. I wasn't technically lying. The guy frowned slightly. 'Right, well, would you mind returning to your table now? My date is here.' He emphasised on the word date. I looked up and saw a beautiful girl with dead straight black hair and cold, dark eyes. I shot up out of the chair and hurried back to my own seat, more embarrassed than I had ever been. Mom was trying in desperation not to laugh at my little incident. I glared at her and went back to eating my butter chicken.