Alex has been looking for a sign from the universe. A sign to tell him that he needs to keep fighting. To live on for his brother who died in a tragic car accident.
When Alex stumbles across a man in town wearing a blindfold, holding a sign that say...
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I can't even count how many messages Luca has sent me regarding our next date. Deep down I know we'll work better as friends, I'm not even sure if I'm stable enough to be in a relationship right now or even dating. I've got to think of myself in this situation.
As lovely as Luca is, I know he's not the one. Not now anyway.
I've never dated before and I don't know what liking someone should really feel like.
The amount of texts I've typed out and deleted is crushing my soul. I can't find it in me to send them because I know how disheartened he's going to be. That near rejection I saw when he first asked me for dinner, I can only imagine what it will be now.
But I can't lead him on. I can't give in to make him feel better. I'll only feel more guilty as time goes on and that's the last thing I need on my conscience right now.
I stare at the final message. You're better than this, Alex. I think.
If I go down to the cafe, at least I can let him down gently rather than a blunt text that could mean a million different things. I don't want him getting the wrong idea at all.
So I pluck up the courage to head down early before work, it will put my mind at ease for the rest of the day. And less messages from Luca as I see him lose hope by the second.
I slump my bag over my shoulder as I press a hand to the cafe door, my eyes scan the room and I spot Luca behind the counter first. He doesn't see me because he's busy making coffees but at least I can't see Demi.
Once he's made the customer his drink, he wipes a hand across his forehead, blue eyes looking beyond exhausted and my stomach twists in knots knowing what I'm about to do.
Slowly I make my way across the cafe and settle at the counter.
"Hey, what can I ge–" he cuts himself off when he realises who he's talking to. Then his expression changes, everything changes. You can barely even recognise he's tired anymore and I sink into my shoes. "Alex, hey. How are you?"
My throat feels like sandpaper, I have to dampen my lips before they start cracking. "Yeah," I squeak pathetically. "I'm–good."
Luca's expression creases gently, he leans a palm onto the counter. "You sure?"
I flick my eyes between his cautiously before clearing my throat. "Yeah, sorry," I mumble and shake my head.
"Don't apologise," he leans somewhat closer. "Whatever it is, you can tell me."
In this moment I take time to analyse him once more. I've seen him plenty of times and it's obvious that Luca is attractive, not in the way I'd find River attractive but he's still incredibly good looking. Tall stature, piercing deep blue eyes and strong bone structure that some guys would dream of.
My teeth graze my bottom lip slowly, Luca watches the action. "Regarding your messages about going on another date," I express, closing my eyes so I don't have to see his expression.
