Stop That Hacker! UNEDITED VERSION (2020)

Chapter 10

"If there was a bubble over your head right now, where everyone can see what you're thinking, would I see myself naked or you?"

Suddenly he choked on the milk and started coughing.

I tapped his back until he could breathe.

"Sorry." I laughed. "I just wanted to make you uncomfortable."

"Well, you succeeded." He coughed until he calmed down and then gave me a dangerous stare. "If you make that joke one more time I'll give you an answer."

Yeah, I thought he was being overly gentlemanly..I decided to shut up for now and blow some bubbles.

"Let me try." He took it out of my hand and leaned close, blowing air into the circle. A large bubble came out.

"Oh, you are good at this." I smiled at him, seeing how mine either popped or came out little.

He came even closer and from behind he took my hands.

"Here. Make sure there isn't too much of the solution on it." His hands were so warm over mine. I tried breathing but his face was so close to my cheek I could feel the warmness.

"Then just bring it close to your lips.." He brought it closer to his. "And slowly taking your time, you blow into it.."

He blew into the circle and another giant bubble came out.

The way he held me so close and his lips were so close to mine, I was sure he was going to kiss me. But smiling he pulled away and handed back the bubble blower to me.

"Try it."

I lifted my hands but my fingers were shaking. I was overly excited. I took a deep breath and tried blowing on it. I was too nervous.

"slowly.." He repeated, but the more he talked like that in his deep voice, the more nervous he made me.

I ended up failing again.

"Aaa ." I got annoyed. "Save me the shame."

He laughed and grabbed it from my hands.

"Give me that little fucker. It's probably broken."

"Yeah." I laughed. "Completely broken. Useless thing."

He rose up from the bench and started cleaning it up separating the garbage from the rest of the stuff we didn't eat. "Can we put the food in your bag?" He asked.

I nodded.

Throwing the garbage away we headed further in the center. The light was already starting to dim down.

"Should we go and do something interesting?" He asked.

"Do you have any idea?"

"No."

Of course, he didn't. As we walked I noticed this very cute antique looking bookshop. Ah, they really knew how to bait bookworms.

"Do you read?" I asked him.

"Not really."

"Well then. You should start." I told him.

His brows furrowed. "

"Don't you want to try something new? It might surprise you." I said.

"Why does it feel these questions have an intention?" He asked, taking a step closer to me.

"Let's go in there." I pointed at the book shop.

"Oh you're a bookworm. Okay. I'll bite. Let's go." He followed me in.

I breathed in the smell of printing ink. The books were stacked on these beautifully carved bookshelves and there were little spaces with a soft couch and beautiful giant pillows, where you could sit down, relax, and read.

"If you were a book person I know exactly what type of book you would read," I said and pulled his sleeve so he moved from the door.

"You think you have me figured out?" He asked, teasingly, grabbing a Steven King novel.

"Not completely, but enough to know what you would like." I moved down the shelves looking for what I thought he would love.

"Here we go." I reached up grabbing a book. "You are a pure classic." I handed him an Edgar Allan Poe's book.

"Poe?" He asked, taking the book. "The murders of Rue Morgue."

I came closer pointing at the book. "It's a short story. Morbid dark and it will make you feel all sorts of ways except good. Your reaction to my Dorian Grey was just a complete giveaway. Any man who knows Oscar Wilde has to read Poe."

He covered his smile with the book. "Alright, I will give it a try."

"Also..I have one more book that popped in my head for you." I gestured to him to follow me to another shelf. I took the book and handed it to him. "There you go. Huckleberry Finn."

He took the book and glanced at me. "I've read this one. Why is this your choice?"

I bit the inside of my cheek embarrassed. "Well... I am not sure why, but you remind me of him."

He started at me quite seriously; that I wondered if that might have insulted him.

"You are quite shrewd."

I take it that means I figured him out to some degree?

We took the books to the checkout and I saw the girl working there was my age. She couldn't take her eyes off him.

I sized him up and realized how dreamily this whole afternoon has been. Almost unreal. I was with a very sexy guy who just made this day unforgettable and I was really attracted to him.

As we got out of the store I took his hand and pinched it.

"Ouch." He flinched looking at me utterly confused.

"Sorry. I had to check you were real."

"Don't people normally pinch themselves?" He complained.

"Yes. When they're dreaming. You seem like a hallucination."

I let go of his hand and instantly he grabbed my hand back.

"That was a sly trick." He held my hand.