Hey guys! Sorry it took awhile for me to put this chapter up, it was challenging to switch from Sydney to Adrian! I hope I got his personality correct! Thanks for reading! And make sure you also read "Seasons with Sydrian"!

Coffee "Date"

Adrian POV

Something new is happening to me today...finally. Well other than waking up early to attend my classes, or going to Clarence's for my feedings I'm going on a "date" with a golden-eyed girl I bumped into. Literally. The step came out of no where! I tripped over it and crashed into her, Sydney Melbourne. I was glad I didn't fall, but I felt really bad for the person that fell because she fell really hard on her ass, and spilled coffee on her outfit which was quite cute. I never been on a date with a girl that wore kakhi pants.

There's something different about this girl though. Usually girls would have easily forgiven me because they would think I'm hot-I'm not being conceded, just telling it as it is- but this girl had a reaction I didn't expect. She looked at me for a while as though she was observing me, and not checking me out. She then rejected my hand that I offered to help her up, and then she walked away from me! And no one walks away from Adrian Ivashkov. At least no girl walks away from Adrian Ivashkov. This girl didn't seem to be affected by my looks. She's different. But there's something familiar about her that I'm dying to know. Have I met her before? I haven't seen her around here before so she must be new here, but I know I've seen her somewhere. But where?

I can tell she didn't trust me or anyone for that matter because she was unwilling to give me her number, which is really smart of her to not hand her phone numbers to strangers. Even hot strangers-includes me in that category. I can't help but admire her protectiveness. She had an expression on her face that looked determined, her eyes were alluring. Her eyes...they're something I can paint for my next project. Not in a creepy way, they're just so beautiful.

I was just glad that she laughed at my jokes, she seemed hesitant to talk to me in the first place, but I'm glad I broke through her shell. Her laugh didn't sound fake or forced, it sounded sincere. She seems like the type who doesn't laugh a lot, so I was pretty smug that I actually got her to laugh. Her giggling was purely adorable, even I can't deny that. Why am I obsessing over this girl though? I just met her, and there are a lot of girls out there that I can choose from. But I can't help but wonder why I like this girl so much. There's something about her. Something.

I felt bad that I had to lie about my name, and about my whole life. I'm doing this for Jailbait's, Jillian Mastrano Dragomir, sake. Though I would do a lot of things for that innocent girl, even saving her life which is what I already did. These bastards tried to assassinate her so Queena Vasalisa would step off the throne. The assassins did get to Jill before the guardians could react, so she did die. Fortunately, I was there to bring her back to life with my spirit. Even if we are bonded, I would never regret saving that girl's life, she is just too sweet and angelic. So, now I'm here because Abe Mazur, Rose's father, thinks its necessary for me to stay with her. Rose is the girl that i loved, but she just threw my heart back at my face and walked off into the sunset with her "perfect" Russian boyfriend. Her and the queen both think it was necessary for me to go. At first I didn't agree that it was necessary for me to come, but now I think it was a good idea because now I get to take a break from the Moroi court. It was boring in Palm Springs until I bumped into Sydney. Life turned slightly more interesting as I saw her walk through the entrance of the cafe.

She changed her outfit into a non-coffee stained one, and it looks like she re-did her makeup. She looked cute. She smiled at me as she walked toward the seat opposite of me.

"Hi," she said shyly, "how long have you been waiting?"

"About ten minutes, so not that long," I smirked, "I also took it upon myself to buy the coffee already; you spilled a latte, right?" Her eyes lit up to the word coffee, she must be a coffee addict.

"Yes, I did spill a latte because you bumped into me," she laughed and then sighed, " That was a new outfit, you know? Those were expensive khakis." I laughed at that. How many pairs of khaki pants did she wear?

"Right. I really am sorry about bumping into you by the way," I chuckled, "but luckily you were there to catch me from falling." She rolled her eyes at me.

"Isn't it supposed to be the other way? Aren't I supposed to be the damsel and distress?" I shrugged; I'm usually the one being saved since I'm pretty useless.

"I'm too pretty to have my face smashed into the ground," I grinned at her as she giggled.

"Yes, I guess you are too pretty," she blushed as if she wasn't supposed to say that. She tried to change the subject by adding, "So... what classes are you taking at Carlton?"

"I'm just taking an art class in the morning, so I have all afternoon with nothing to do," I shrugged, " What about you?" She smiled, probably glad that I went with the subject change.

"Oh, I'm just taking an architectural class and a chemistry class," her smile turned into a frown, "but I'm not sure how long I'm staying here it depends on- ...never mind." I raised my eyebrow at her but she just shook her head as if it was nothing. I went along with it so I didn't make her talk about things she didn't want to talk about.

" How do you like it here so far? Do you like your professors?" I added, trying to change the subject. She –again- seemed grateful that I changed the subject.

" I want to see more of this place," Well that makes two of us, I never really roamed around Palm Springs. She kept going, "And I think my professors like me." Me too.

"I haven't really roamed around Palm Springs either, maybe we should check out someplaces, and attend some tours together," I said. It made her blush when I said 'together.'

"That would be great! I would love to see the beaches," she said excitedly. Crap, I can't be out in the sun too long. I shook my head.

"Nope that won't do. As a guy, I should surprise you with a romantic date. Especially if its our first date," I smirked. She looked skeptical.

"But I thought this was a date," she motioned towards the coffee. Oh yeah, I thought. But I shook my head.

"This is different though. This is a coffee date, not an actual date," I stated. She laughed at my observation.

"Is there a diffenerence?" she asked.

"Of course there's a difference! Do you not want to go on a date with me?" I asked, pretending to me offended. She laughed at my pouty face. And smiled at me, her eyes staring into mine. She didn't talk for awhile, she looked like she zoned out, until she shook her head. Is that a no?

"Yes, of course I would go on a date...it's just..." she didn't want to finish, her face was red.

"It's just what?" I asked curiously. She shook her head, not wanting to say what she was going to say. But I pushed her to say it with my begging until she finally gave in.

" It's just that I haven't been on a real date before..." she confessed, her face was the redder than a tomato. It was adorable.

"Then that just makes it more special," I smiled at her, hoping she would feel comfortable to talk still. She smiled back at me.

After that, we just kept talking about random things like pets that we've always wanted, fathers that were too controlling, and how sometimes we just want to run away from reality. We had so much things in common, and we met just a couple of hours ago. I stared at her eyes, and smiled. They were so golden in the lighting. She was staring at me back, smiling also. Her smile turned into a frown as she glimpsed at her watch. It was 9:15. We talked for more than three hours. It felt like only a few minutes, time passed by too quickly. I frowned, wanting to talk to her more.

"Wow, time passed by quickly," she murmured, " It was great talking to you, we have a lot in common." I smiled at her.

"Do you want to hang out again?" I asked, hoping she did. She smiled back at me before responding.

"I would love to," she said, "but I have to run an errand right now, so text me when you have a date planned."

"Gladly," I stated. And with that she got up and we said our good byes. As she walked to the exit of the cafe she looked back at me with an expression that looked like she was trying to figure something out. She shook her head and walked out. I have definitely seen her somewhere.

I drive back to my apartment trying to think of where I saw her before. She's human, but I don't notice or talk to humans. The only humans I know are Alchemists...no, she can't be. Alchemists have a golden lily on their cheek. I shook off my thoughts and looked up places of Palm Springs that we could visit. I decided that we should go to a museum since Sydney seems like the type of person who likes learning. I texted her to meet me at the Museum of Art at three, and I told her the address. She replied with: I love museums! I texted back with a smiley face.

Today I actually went to bed happy. I couldn't wait to wake up and get through the morning and then meeting Sydney for our date.

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