Lukes (POV)
I was sat across from Chelsea, her red hair lay perfectly on her shoulders. She drank from her coffee cup closing her eyes as the warm liquid ran down her throat.
"I love coffee, especially from Costa,"
"everyone prefers star bucks," I laugh
"Well I'm not everyone, am I luke?"
I look down ignoring her comment.
An old lady, about 84, came up to out table,
"Can I get you and your lovely girlfriend here another drink?"
"i, uh, we're-"
"we are not together," Chelsea shot up and glarded at the woman
"oh sorry, so this isn't a date?"
"Oh course it isn't." she looks down at her coffee.
***
it was now 5am, we'd been out all night just walking around,
"This as a great little date," i laugh
"This wasn't a date, don't push it."
"yeah, if this was a date I would have kissed you alreading." I lean against a wall
(Chelseas POV)
"I thought kissing on the first date was kinda cheesey..."
Luke put his hands on my shoulders,
Luke furrowed his eyebrows together looking confused.
"So you don't like kissing on first dates?"
"It depends on how good this 'date' actually was, Hemmings." I smirk staring up at Luke, He was leaning in closer and I knew what he was about to do.
Luke tugged me forward, squeazing my shoulders tight as he pressed his soft lips to mine.
He pulled away and I put my fingers to my lips shocked at what I'd just done,
"This was one hell of a date, Hemmings..."
