Meet Me in the Coffee Shop

Chapter 4

I take a seat in front of Max. He's still smiling that perfect smile. I blush and smile back. We stare at each other for a moment and I'm brought back to reality.

"Soo... who goes first?"
"I'll ask the questions first."
"Ok. Shoot."

"First question. Were you surprised to find me here?"
"Well, yes. I didn't expect anybody to be here. It looked so empty."

"Do you like books?"
"I love them."
"Do you like animals?"
"That is another thing that I love."

"Are you an only child?"
"I am, actually."
"Have you ever met a British man?"
"No. Not until now."

Max just smirks at me. He continues with his random questions.

"Are you a night owl?"
"No. Not really. I think I'm more of an early bird."
"Have you ever been to London?"
"No."
"Would you like to go to London one day?"
"Of course. I'd never miss that opportunity."

"Do you think we'll ever get out of here?"
"Well... nothing is impossible. The word itself says I'm possible. ~Audrey Hepburn."
"Ok."

"Is your favorite color green?"
"Yes. How did you know?" I say with a suspicious look on my face.
"I could see it in your eyes. They're a very unique green."
"That doesn't mean my favorite color is green!" I say, giggling.

"Do you like tea?" He asks standing. He walks over to the kitchen and starts brewing English breakfast tea.
"I do. It's one of my favorite beverages."

After he finishes making the tea, he pulls up his chair so he's next to me. I pick up the hot mug and take a sip of the sweet, warm drink. I thank Max for the tea and he continues with his questions.

"Do you like music?" He gets up again and walks to a radio I didn't notice before. He flips a switch and the radio blasts Ed Sheeran.
"Two things. First of all, you never wait for my answer. And second of all, you're wasting your questions!"
"I'm not wasting them. I'm simply asking unimportant ones."
I roll my eyes and he continues.

"Do you want to walk around the store?"
"Sure." I get up and walk beside him. He stares at me for a minute.
"What?"
"I was just wondering. Why are you so beautiful?" I blush as red as a ruby.
"I-uh..." He just laughs and moves on. The radio is playing Last First Kiss by One Direction. I still feel myself burn in my cheeks as I hum along.

"Who is your favorite in One Direction?"
"Liam. He's very cute. Although he's afraid of spoons."
"Oh. You looked like someone who likes Niall."
"Why do you care? Jealous?"
"Of course I am." I blush again.

"How many more questions do I have?"
"Five. No. Four because you just used one."
"Ok. Perfect. Well, Ms. Lewis. Are you ready for the next three questions?"
"I guess?"

"Do you, my dear Layla, have a boyfriend?"
"No. I do not have a boyfriend, Sir Maxwell."
"Why would such a pretty girl like you not have a boyfriend?"
"I wasn't really into dating. I didn't really find anyone my type."

He suddenly pulls me aside and stares into my eyes. I try to hide my frightened expression but I can tell he sees it in my eyes. He continues to gaze as he whispers the last question.

"Do you want to kiss?"

Before I can answer, he pulls me close, lifts his hands to my neck, and put his lips on mine.