Enzo's is barely full. About twelve people at the most. A waitress with red hair takes my order. "Number... twelve? And one glass of water." She scribbles it down. "How about..." her voice trails off when she takes in Patch's features. Something inside me snaps like a twig.
"Nothing, but thanks anyway." She gives him a stiff nod, never keeping her eyes off him. When she walked away I mumbled, "slut".
"Someone's jealous," Patch raises a perfect eyebrow.
"No. She was looking at you like hawk. Doesn't that bother you?" Oh great. I sound like a jealous girlfriend who freaks out at everything.
"These things happen everyday. But you, my cute little Angel... I'm waiting on you. Of course I don't blame you. If I were a girl I wouldn't like me." This coming from Patch is a shocker. I never thought he would have low self-esteem. "I'd fuck me." So much for a normal conversation.
I roll my eyes.
"You never seem to be serious."
"I can be if you want me."
"If I want you TO BE," I finished for him.
"What I said at first is what I meant." I laughed a little. But Patch kept on a serious face.
"Sorry, Patch." I manage to say without turning away in embarrassment.
"No need to apologize."
One question poked at my brain. "Why didn't you order?"
"I don't have to eat." Everyone has to eat. "I mean, I'm not hungry. Plus, you need the food, you're a growing girl," he smiled. His smile makes me smile. For some reason being, I move over next to him. His six pack is visible through his white shirt. I've never seen someone with a washboard for abs. "My face is up here," he points at his face. His face which is so beautiful. Something about him reminds me of someone. The black hair, those eyes and his... lips. Suddenly my lips are on his. Butterflies fly around in my stomach as our lips move in sync. He tastes like liquor and mint. "Hold on there tiger," Patch mumbles against my lips. I bite where the taste of his soft lips linger. "Your food is getting cold."
"That kiss never happened."
He grinned, "if you say so."