Chapter 2

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"You got a really nice place here," he says.

"Thanks." I pull a chair for him to sit while I get the ingredients I need. "You said you wanted to watch..." I raise my eyebrows at him and smirk.

"Hmmm... actually, I think you offered," he says, this time not containing his smile. And damn... Not fair. Not fair at all...

"You'll know when I'm offering, dude!" I head to the coffee machine to brew us some. Maybe a good cup of coffee will sober me up.

"Good to know." 

"Do you always have a comeback?" I ask while I wait for our coffee to be ready.

"I could ask you the same." He grins like I'm amusing him.

"Here." I offer him a cup.

"Isn't it a bit late to be drinking coffee?" He looks at his watch.

"Never too late for a good old cup of coffee. I take a sip of mine and sigh. Aaand, I need to sober up if I want to bake her cupcakes right." I wink at him.

"You're drunk?" He chuckles.

"Maybe." I smile at him from behind my cup.

"What was it? White wine?"

"Do I look like a white wine kinda girl?" I adjust my glasses, and he flats out laugh at me.

"Nah... let me guess? Whiskey?"

"Tequila, muchacho! Jose Cuervo and I are old friends." I put everything I need in a bowl and start his cupcakes.

He doesn't say anything and when I look at him, I realize his eyes are on me. Not in a creepy way, more like I'm a puzzle he's trying to figure out.

"What?" I ask.

"Sorry." He shakes his head embarrassed.

"I normally make a much better impression on people, you know?"

"Oh, believe me, I'm impressed," he says and I'm about to reply when his phone rings. "It's my sister, sorry."

"Hey," he answers it and rolls his eyes at whatever she is saying. "Yeah, I'm here... yeah.... she's actually baking them right now... I don't know... Yeah, I'll be there soon... Okay, bye."

"She says she's officially in love with you."

"Hmmm... maybe I should start playing for the other team. I think I'll be luckier." I put the cupcakes in the oven, then turn to him. "More coffee?"

"Uh yeah, sure." He hands me his cup. "So, no luck in the love department?"

"Are you- are you flirting with me?" My obviously drunk-self asks, making him spit coffee all over himself.

"I might really be out of my game if you need to ask me." He coughs and gets some tissues from a counter to clean his shirt.

"No, I mean... I just threw up on you!" I say and suddenly burst out laughing. Seriously, I'm never drinking again. How crazy has this night gone?

"Uh... okay! No more lamely attempts at flirting! Noted!" He jokes, but when I look at him, I see he's actually blushing.

"I'm sorry, I just had a really bad day. That was really rude of me."

"It's fine. You just puked all over my shoes, I guilted you into baking for my sister while you're still kind of drunk..." He shakes his head and chuckles. "It's just-"

"What?" I prompt when he stops.

"You're-"

"I'm what?"

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