Him

Chapter Eighteen

"Oh, Ross!" I giggled out, I'm going to make him think that I like him. I really want to see his reaction.

"Ross, why don't we hold hands so everyone can see?"

All he did was blink his eyes a few times, he obviously didn't know what to say. I'm not normally like this.

"Come on." I reached over and grabbed Ross' hand, pulling it over to me and kissing his hand. I looked up at him to see him blushing.

"Hannah, what're you doing?"

"Well, we have to act like a couple in public, and how can I not act like this? You're so hot and I just want to touch you." I winked, I'm loving his reaction. He looks so confused, yet I can see in his eyes he's really happy.

"Hello, I'll be your waiter for tonight. Is there anything I can get you?"

"Yeah, I'll get a coke. Hannah, do you want something to drink?" Ross looked at me, his cheeks were still slightly pink.

"Well, I was thinking maybe we could share a drink."

"Oh, then we'll get a large coke. Two straws please." Ross looked at the waiter. He nodded and wrote that down on his notepad.

"Have you decided what you want to eat? Or are you still looking?"

I looked back down at my menu and at Ross. He obviously knew what I wanted because he ordered for me, "We'll get a steak dinner to share, thank you."

"Okay that'll be right out." The waiter said as he wrote down the order.

"Are you serious, Hannah? I feel like this is a joke." Ross gave me a serious look, almost an angry look.

"No, this isn't a joke, Ross. I'm starting to feel this weird connection between us." I was dying of laughter inside, but I had to keep a calm expression on the outside. I'll act like this until we get back to the hotel, then I'll turn into my normal self.

"Really?"

"Of course, babe. I mean, I kinda have to, we're together. I wouldn't be with you if I didn't have feelings." Oh my, I'm a great actress. I can't believe he's falling for this.

"Oh, I see. This is all for the act."

"What? I'm not acting at all, Ross. You're my one and only." I said right as the waiter brought us our drink that we're sharing.

"I'm so sorry, we're all out of straws. This is our last one, will it be alright if you share one?" How do restraunts run out of straws?

"Yeah, we'll be fine." Ross said, looking at me with a smirk. He must have saw the look on my face and he's trying to see if he can break me.

"Yeah, we're fine." I smiled at the waiter. He sat the drink on the table along with the straw, then walked away.

I picked up the straw and opened it, slipping it into the drink.

I pulled the drink to me and took a sip. Coke is my all time favorite.

"Hannah, you're acting so strange..." Ross said before taking a drink himself.

"Oh, am I now? I thought I was acting myself."

I leaned over the table and kissed his cheek, I really want to make him think I like him.

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We were walking back from the diner and I was still keeping up the act.

Ross and I were walking, hand-in-hand, back to the hotel. I looked at him just to see him looking back at me. I felt myself blush, so I immediately looked back down.