maybe luck really hates me…
“I can’t believe I’m going to buy sandwich with you out of all people,” I heard him muttered as he sipped into his coffee. The warm breeze of the lovely day greeted us as we walked across the road, passing through busy New York streets. I just sighed irritated as I walked next to him.
“It’s for the best,” I told him as he snorted.
“I doubt that,” he said curtly as I rolled my eyes at him.
“Look, I said I was sorry!” I didn’t know what else he was expecting from me. He just glanced at me before he looked straight at where he was walking, his lips thinned and his expression unreadable.
“Punching someone and then reappearing again as my fiancée’s sister isn’t my ideal way of getting an apology,” he said as I groaned a bit under my breath.
“Whatever, man,” I said as he raised his eyebrows at the title. “I’m trying my best here to make it up to you. Like I said, you can’t hate what you don’t know.”
“Well, in my defence, I already knew your fist,” he said as I felt my cheeks reddening from the counterattack. The rest of the walk to the nearby sandwich shop was silent. The small shop was situated in between the local shoe shop and a grocery store. It wasn’t really a great location for a food shop because there weren’t many people around this area. But that was the sad fact. The sandwich, especially the meatball sandwich, was over the roof delicious. Well, I couldn’t help but to say that it was the people’s lost if they never found this shop.
“It looks…small,” I heard David said as I looked at him and smirked.
“Wait until you taste the sandwiches here,” I said gleefully. “They’re anything but small in flavour.”
David looked at me sceptically as I smiled at him. Pushing open the door, I quickly walked in, accompanied by the slight ding noise from the bell. David followed in quietly as we walked to one of the tables and sat down. Just then, a woman wearing a red apron and the shop’s red light green uniform, walked towards us and handed the menu. “Well, would you like to see the menu first?”
Before David could respond, I shook my head. “No, thank you. I know what we’re going to get.”
“I’m sorry, ‘we’?” he asked as I glanced at him and smiled.
“We both will have that lovely chicken sandwich. Extra lettuce for me,” I said as she nodded and grabbed the two menus.
“Will that be all?”
“Two glasses of water,” David said as he sighed. The woman nodded before she walked off. I grinned at my soon-to-be brother-in-law as he looked around the place.
“This place is secluded though,” I heard him mutter as I nodded in agreement, leaning back into my chair.
“Yeah, so it was quite accidental when I found this place,” I said as he looked at me.
“When you just finished punching someone?” he asked nonchalantly as I narrowed my eyes at him.
“Look, can we forget about that? On the contrary to popular belief, which is your belief by the way, I don’t have a hobby of punching people,” I huffed out irritated as he snorted at me indignantly.
“And I’ll believe that statement when I see the real view,” he retorted as I rolled my eyes at him.
“You really have a knack of hating people, you know that?”
“Not really, just a knack of hating you,” he said as he smirked. I glared at him as I looked away, trying my best to keep my cool. His smirk, that smirk of his, really did tick me off. It was that one thing that no matter what he had said would make me want to strangle him. Maybe he should know that being around him wasn’t so enjoyable either if he insisted to keep on acting like a douche.
But as I was about to do so, I took a look outside the small window of the shop to realise that the sky was getting darker. “It’s going to rain,” I said absentmindedly.
“It better not be,” David grumbled as I looked at him. His eyebrows were creased in deep as he stared outside of the window as well. “I don’t have an umbrella with me.”
“It’s alright, we’ll get a cab,” I said as he looked at me.
“This is a secluded area. How are we going to get a taxi back to my company?”
Looking at him, I just rolled my eyes. “We’ll call a cab. You won’t be late. Anyway, enough about the weather. We came out to get to know each other better.”
“Not really. I just didn’t want to upset Kristine,” he said, his British accent ringing out again.
“Well, if we don’t get to know each other, we’re both going to upset her, mate,” I said, imitating his accent. David glared at me at the attempt as he rolled his eyes and crossed his arms against his chest.
“Haha, where have I heard that before? Oh, that’s right! From mediocre idiots.”
“Ouch, that hurts,” I mocked as he looked away.
“This is childish.”
“I agree,” I immediately said as the waiter finally arrived with our food. Placing the two plates of sandwich in front of us, she gave us a witty smile and walked away. “Let’s start. What’s your favourite colour?” I asked as I took a bite from my sandwich.
“Are you five?” he asked mockingly before he took a bite too from his sandwich. “Asking about colours…”
“Well, what is it?” I insisted as he sighed. Chewing and swallowing, he answered the question with a gruff.
“Blue. What about yours?” he asked back as I smiled at the small process.
“Right, that’s already a sign we can never get along,” he said as I raised my eyebrows in question. He noticed the look I was giving before he took another bite from his sandwich. “I hate green.”
Oh great. Rolling my eyes, we kept on asking questions anyway. However, it was definitely going to be a long journey to know him. Especially if he kept on taunting me with those looks every time I opened my mouth to speak.
He was just so infuriating!
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My Jerk-In-Law ✔Romance
Meet Charlotte Van Wilson (Charlie), a twenty-three-year-old obese woman, who has the lowest self-confidence and currently unemployed, because of her weight and society's downgraded view on outer looks. The only person currently that doesn't judge h...