Before he could decide on revenge I told him. "First Ryan steals my muffin and then you make me spill my coffee, no wonder I keep losing weight." Guilt... please let this work. I mean, it's not like I lied to him.

He was silent for a few minutes... I just wordlessly turned around and started walking off. Maybe he forgot I exist? "What kind of food do you like?" He asked, somewhat randomly.

"Um... what?" What the fuck did he just ask me?

"Did you lose braincells thinking I was going to torment you? I asked what kind of food you want."

"Smartass." I responded on reflex. "I can manage till I get home... I am however going back to the cafe. I want coffee."

"Somehow that does not surprise me."

"What is that supposed to me!?"

"...I may have overheard Ivy's joke earlier. It is accurate."

"Fuck you." I glared at him. This little shit...

"Are you offering?"

"No!" I mean... hell no! Yeah that wasn't convincing...

"Okay, cause the next time you say that to me I'm going to assume it's a offer."

"Your an asshole."

"Thank you." He grinned.

"...Now I see where Eric got that from." I sighed, becoming slightly annoyed.

"Yes, he is a quick learner." As he starts dragging me to the cafe.

"Um... I know how to get there. On my OWN."

"and I know how to drag you."

"Is this an excuse to touch me?"

"Nope."

"You sure? Cause it seems like an excuse."

"I do not need excuses."

"Overwhelming confidence, how many boys did you gain that way?"

"Plenty to keep me entertained for awhile. Eric is one of them."

"...WHAT!? How the fuck?" Shorty apparently has charm... how the fuck and when can I go home?

He didn't answer my question, he instead ordered and restrained my hands so I could not pay for my own coffee. "This is kidnapping... I think... or at least some form of it."

"If your not sure, drink your coffee. It may come to you."

"...You are a fucking smartass."

"and you seem to be enjoying yourself none the less. I'll walk you home."

"No. I'm perfectly capable of going home myself."

"It's either your place or mine? I've got work to do at home so you'll be bored till I can get someone to drive you back. Possibly a few hours." Mr. Kind and quiet, really turned out to be a closet smartass/asshole. Gay to boot. "Oh and Clara... it would be a good idea if you did not go to my place. Temptation and all." NOT GAY! Or well... not just-oh my god! He just smacked my ass and laughed!

"I'm leaving." I pulled my hoodie up so he could not see my embarassment. Dick. As I walked away, he followed. "Stalker."

"What? You have a nice ass."

"...Where's the kind Godric I met? I want him back. You scare me."

"That is because you run from any form of sexual mention or situations. It is funny."

"Bye." I ran.