See You Around

| Chapter 9 |

"Wow," Christopher interjected dryly, gazing between the two of us. I sent him a confused glance and I furrowed my eyebrows. "Friend stealer," he muttered unhappily.

"Hey," Adam interjected with a frown painted along his features. "I still love you, Chris." The corner of Christopher's lips quirked into a small smile and he shook his head at Adam's antics. Seeing Christopher in an ebullient mood surprised me, if that made any sense. He rarely smiled around me.

Scratch that.

He never smiled around me.

Maybe it's because I was bound to never receive a smile with a face like mine.

Inwardly scowling, I managed to tune into the conversation that was held between Christopher and Adam. Apparently, since Adam loved Christopher to such a large extent, he brought it upon himself to come up with a ship name to elucidate the value of their 'bromance'.

"How about Cadam?" I suggested.

Adam's response was almost instantaneous. The corner of his lips resembled the grin of a Cheshire car as he nodded, while Christopher looked downright disgusted. "No." I could discern the disgust that his voice convicted, and for once, I felt forlorn. I genuinely thought that 'Cadam' was a great name for their little bromance.

"Your mom," I retorted lamely.

Christopher scoffed in response, and instead of answering me, held up his menu to cover his face, even though I was right next to him, meaning that that I could very well distinguish his reactions. "Where's Mason?" I demanded for what seemed to be the thousandth time.

"Why are you so obsessed with Mason?" Christopher spat. "You haven't even met him yet." I ignored him and folded the menu, placing it back and leaning back in my seat. Childish brat. And what if I enjoyed his friends company? Shouldn't he, jump for joy, over the fact that I liked his choice of friends?

Soon, as Adam let out a feeble moan and smacked his head along the table as an outcome of hunger, a tall guy with brown, shaggy hair and electric, blue eyes began making his way towards our table in a rushed manner.

"Sorry I'm late," he breathed, plopping down on the table that was situated at the far end of the table. "Who's this?" his eyes snapped to mine and I felt myself growing fidgety as my hormones began screaming at me. He was immensely attractive, I had to grant him that.

The corner of my lips quirked upwards, resembling a benevolent smile. "I'm Daniella. Nice to meet you."

A small smile adorned Mason's features. "Nice to meet you, too," he greeted shyly and I held back the urge to coo at his timidness.

"Can we just order already?" Adam grumbled. A few murmurs of agreement echoed around the table and Adam fist pumped before waving a waiter over.

The waiter greeted us, before taking our orders and jotting them down on a notepad. He placed the pen behind his ear and with one final smile, spun on his heels and raced towards the kitchen.

"How long do you think it'd take for our food to get here?" I demanded.

Delina took one look at the restaurant that was packed with hordes of people and then shrugged. "An hour," she estimated.