Cheeky ➻ Louis Partridge

7 | I Drink Tea, Darling

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"YOU'RE FIVE minutes early," I smiled, stepping down the stairs of the theater.

I had waited all day for this moment, mostly in anxiousness, so it felt like a weight was being lifted off my shoulders. Louis was wearing an adorable red cardigan tied around his shoulders, a white shirt, and black jeans.

I'd be insane not to admit he looked good.

"It's better than being five minutes late," he said with a smirk, "and that's no way to show up on the first date."

"Not a date," I smiled, "remember?"

"The only thing I remember is you suggesting this was a date."

Rolling my eyes playfully, I tilted my head towards the sidewalk in the hopes he'd tell me where we were going. He didn't. Instead, he just started to walk down the sidewalk in the opposite way of the train station.

As we walked, I glanced down at my dress, wondering what he thought of it. Caleb and Sadie said I looked cute, and that was sweet of them, but I hoped Louis thought so too. Even though this wasn't an official date, I wanted to impress him.

I think.

"You want me to say something about your dress," the boy grinned, breaking me out of my thoughts, "don't you?"

My eyes widened, and I blushed furiously. Had he been reading my mind?

"I-uhm," I stuttered, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You've been tugging at the hem of your dress this whole time, as if you were hoping to bring attention to it."

Dang it.

I was thinking about it, but I didn't realize I was actually doing something. I must have been doing it out of habit, and somehow Louis picked up on it.

"I'm sorry," I said, flustered, "I didn't mean to—"

"Do you want to know what I think about the dress?" he grinned, cutting me off.

I was starting to think he just wanted to answer the question more than I wanted attention to it. Interesting.

"Sure," I said, nodding my head.

"I think it looks very pretty on you."

I laughed softly, "why didn't you tell me that earlier, if you knew I wanted to say something?"

Louis ran a hand through his hair, obviously amused about something.

"Do you really want to know why?" He smiled.

"I would."

"It's because you look pretty every time we meet," he said, "so I wasn't all that surprised when you showed up looking pretty today."

Gah!

He always knew the right thing to say, and now I was blushing profusely. Not to mention, it was incredibly noticeable. Incredibly.

Before I could fathom up a response to him, he stopped walking and turned to look at me.

"We're here," he said, nodding towards the mint colored doorway to his right.

Tilting my head up, I squinted my eyes to get a better view of the place. It was a small clay building, the white paint reflecting off the afternoon sunlight, and a few well proud bushes dividing it from the sidewalk. There were four draped windows, all matching the door, and a wooden sign hanging from a thin metal pole. Sweet Leaves, it read.