CHAPTER 20 (CAKE PHOTO SHOOT)

"So, what do you want?" I asked him as I scanned the menu.

I don't know about him, but I'm in a hurry to order. I want to eat that sweet, delectable cake right now.

There were a lot of delicious-looking cakes being showcased. Just looking at the picture mad me feel hungry. I couldn't wait to taste the actual thing when it's finally laid before me.

"Chocolate cake," he responded.

"Wait… Won't you get fat? I don't want to starve my prisoner but I want you fit too," I piped in.

"I am not your prisoner."

"He'll have some cheesecake. No toppings. Plain," I said to the waiter in a pleasant tone.

He shot me an indignant look. "Hey! I wanted chocolate!"

I rolled my eyes. "Fine. You're whiny you know. Fine. Chocolate for him and blueberry cheesecake for me."

The waiter nodded and went away. The chatter of the customers filled the place. I could hear the tinkling of spoons and forks. The place had a cute air about it. I almost felt like I was in a different country.

Okay. Back to business. Who is this bub?

"So, why are you following me?" I asked him.

He groaned. "Again with the stalker thing? Look, I'm not. Okay?"

I raised an eyebrow, feeling skeptical.

"Look, it bothers me to have someone dogging me like the way you do. If you won't tell me why, I'll call the cops and sue you," I threatened him.

He had an outraged expression on his face. "Call the cops?! Are you nuts?!"

"I'm afraid I'm not. I am dead serious."

Wow. I didn't know why I was getting so worked up. Maybe the reason's because I could finally live one of my fantasies; cornering a criminal, pouncing on him, and then asking him questions.

He looked at me, I didn't waver. Finally, he gave out a huge sigh.

Hah. He surrenders.

"I think it's better if I show you," he said and pulled out a few photographs from his pocket. He carefully laid those in front of me and I looked at the glossy things.

I gasped.

It was all… me.

He held up a hand as I shot him a confused look. "Don't worry. I'm no perv. I just like photography. I must say you look quite good in these photos. Sorry if I've been… sort of… Oh fine. So I have been stalking you a bit. A bit. Okay? You just look good in pictures. Despite your horrid fashion sense. Peace."

"Hey, what's wrong with my manner of dressing?" I huffed.

"Oh. Sorry. I forgot that it's perfectly normal for a growing lady to dress like a boy. Sorry," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

I raised an eyebrow and was about to snap back but decided to just shut up.

This guy's a wise cracker.

I looked at the photographs once more. Wow… They were pretty good really. I actually still looked like a girl in these pictures despite being in boys' clothes.

It's funny though… When I look ay myself in the mirror, I think that I looked nothing like a girl.

I guess the way I thought was different. There's a total difference from my point of view and this camera's point of view.

Hm… Maybe I should take a few more pictures.

"Hey, you got a camera?" I asked him.

"What? Y-yeah I do. What do you want with it?"

"Take a picture of me!" I grinned at him.

He rolled his eyes. "Why?"

I pointed to the window. He looked outside and flinched as he saw a police officer. He turned to me and sighed.

"Fine."

I clapped my hands. "Excellent."

He started taking my pictures of me. I was enjoying a lot. I never knew that I had this vain side to me. I never knew that I loved having my pictures taken. He seemed to be enjoying too though. He'd chuckle every time I did a really funny pose or do a funny face.

Finally, after the last pose, we stopped. We were both laughing.

"You actually have some really good pictures here," he grinned as he scanned the pictures on his camera.

I grinned. "Really? That's great?"

After a few moments, our order arrived. I began digging my spoon into my blueberry cheesecake. I carefully ate it.

Mm… Yummy…

"Prisoner, you like your cake?" I asked him.

Oooh. I liked the sound of that. 'Prisoner'.

He rolled his eyes after eating a slice of his cake. "I do have a name you know."

"Oh. Sorry. I got carried away."

He chuckled. "It's okay. My name's Lance. Lance Kingsley."

"Well, nice to meet you Lance. My name's Kyleen Marloes."

"Ah. Kyleen's a nice name."

"Call me Kyle."

He shook his head. "Nah. Kyleen suits you."

I smiled and dug into my blueberry cheesecake once more.

Funny. He said the exact same thing as Harry.

We chatted for a while. Lance seemed to be my musical soul mate. We had a lot in common when it came to music. I never thought that my day would end up like this. I imagined him begging on his knees while I had a triumphant grin on my face.

Okay. My imagination's officially out of control.

Finally, we said goodbye to each other.

I had a lot of fun, really. I liked this Lance dude. He was pretty cool.

Lance liked me too, very much. And somehow, I reminded him of someone.