I kept bouncing my knee up and down, nervously waiting for the professor to dismiss class. I didn't hear a thing that came out of his mouth so you can imagine what my notes looked like, yup an empty notebook indeed. Why? All I could think about was what to say to Drew. Do I confront him with Lukas' possible lies or do I give him the benefit of the doubt? After biting down on my pen for the last forty minutes I decided on the last option. When the professor finally decide to set me free I packed my books as fast as I could and ran out the door. Checking my watch I realized I was already late for my date, shit. Professor Anders had to keep on rambling about French philosophers, much to everyone's disinterest. The café wasn't far from building D where I had class but when you're late, everything is too far. I swung open the door almost hitting it in someone's face, typically me by the way. When I saw Drew sitting at the back, staring at the menu I pulled myself together, tried to catch my breath and smoothed out my hair. Confidently, not, I walked over to him which made his face light up.

"I'm sorry I'm late." I said, smiling when I realized Drew had waited to order. "Class took a bit longer than usual." I put my hair behind my ear. Something I always do when I'm nervous. This was a date, an actual date. That sure is something else than kissing someone at a party. Time to grow a pair and face my fears, I will survive this date.

"That's fine, you look stunning today." He smiled and I'm pretty sure the butterflies in my stomach were having a high intensity work out, cause damn it was either that or I was freaking hungry. I realized I was still standing and I was pretty sure I looked like an idiot. I quickly took a seat on the chair in front of Drew and his eyes were following my every move. "Do you know what you want to order? I'll go get it." He pushed the menu towards me but I didn't have to look, I wanted my usual.

"Cappuccino and a blueberry muffin. I think I'm hungry." I blurted out before my mind could stop the words from rolling off my tongue.

"You think?" He laughed.

"Nevermind."Okayyy this is awkward Isabella. Your nerves are getting the better of you. When drew got up to get our order I put my hands on my forehead. I had to calm myself down. I just don't get it. Sometimes I'm confident and the next moment I'm just socially awkward. Am I the only one experiencing this?I tried to calm myself but before I could Drew came back with the order.

"One Cappuccino and a blueberry muffin for my hungry milady and an Americano for me." Drew said while sitting down in front of me and putting the order on the table. "What's wrong?" He noticed I was lost in thoughts.

"Uuhm, nothing. I'm just nervous. I haven't been on many dates before." I admitted and before my words completely escaped my mouth my cheeks where a shade of red, brighter than a candy apple.

"Nervous why? It's just me Drew, just a guy you met at a party." He smirked.

"Technically we met at the diner..." If you are going to be a smartass just shut the fuck up. My unconscious was only trying to help me. "...And you are not just a guy from the party." I said while taking a sip from my cup.

"I'm not?" He said surprised giving me another smile including glistening eyes. Those eyes were something else! A shade of brown I had never seen. They were dark but somehow amber at the same time. They looked lighter in the sunlight that was shining through the window. I had to stop staring at his eyes and maybe answer his question.

"No, I wouldn't have kissed you if you were. Twice." I giggled and his lips curved into a smirk. My eyes wandered off to look at his tattoo.

"Do you like it?" he asked still smiling.

"Uuhm what?" I said distraught, as my eyes also my mind wandered off.

"My tattoo? You keep staring at it."

"I find it intriguing. Tattoos in general, it's like you are the only one in control of your body. You decide what you put on it and no one can ever take it away from you." Since when am I a philosopher... some of professor Anders' class must have stuck.

"I never really thought about it like that. Would you like one someday?" He asked looking at my bare wrists.

"Someday, yeah. I just don't know what, yet." I said taking a bite of my muffin and I closed my eyes to enjoy the heavenly taste on my tongue.

"When you have decided let me know, I could take you to a parlor? I wouldn't want to miss your first tattoo." He chuckled and leaned in tilting his head to the side to convince me to take him upon the offer.

"I'll keep it in mind." I smiled. I can't believe Lukas lied to me about Drew. I know he hates him but to say he would hurt a girl, I just can't believe that. Drew wouldn't hurt a fly.

We talked about what major I should be going for in the next years and how he will be finished this year. He told me he would love to teach history at a university one day but as far as immediate job opportunities he didn't have a clue. We talked about his parents who are both working in the family business, a car dealership. Of course, I tried to avoid talking about mine by changing the subject to his favorite tv series, which is Game of Thrones. After talking for hours I had to go home because I was scheduled for another shift at the diner.

"Can I walk you home this time?" Drew asked, reminding me of the fact I chose to get in the car with Lukas last night.

"Sure." When we arrived at the building I looked at my watch, I was just in time to grab my working outfit and head out to the diner.

"Thanks for walking me and I really didn't mean to leave you hanging yesterday." I said while turning to face drew.

"It's fine, I had a good time yesterday and today too." He said, taking my hand and pulling me closer to him. I was standing in front of his tall frame looking up at his handsome face.

"Me too Drew. You really are a nice-" I was cut off by Drew's lips on mine. His soft lips felt harder on mine than yesterday, more determined and confident. Although I wanted him to kiss me, I didn't see it coming. I pulled back a bit before giving in and letting my body fall into his arms. My lips parted and he took that as a sign to slide his tongue inside. I felt his hand move from my side to my cheek before putting his fingers through my hair and pulling me deeper into the kiss. Just like when we were dancing he lifts me up to align our faces and I was quickly getting out of breath by the intensity of our kiss. I pulled away and stared at his eyes, which were filled with lust.

"As much as I want to keep kissing you, I'm going to be late for my shift." I whispered resting my forehead against his. He gently put me back down and released me from his arms.

"Right, I'm sorry." He whispered close to my ear, disappointment dripping from his voice.

"Text me later if you want." I said trying to light up his mood.

"How about you text me when you're done?" He said with a smirk on his face.

"Leaving it up to me? That's risky." I winked at him. "Just kidding, talk to you later Drew. Thanks for the date." He shook his head with content before turning on his heel and walking away but not without looking back to see if I was checking him out and I was. Busted.

I walked in my apartment to take my work attire and of course those damn skates. I always loved skating but waiting tables on wheels was not your average ride at the roller rink. When I got to the diner I went to the changing room where I always changed. No way on earth anyone would see me in that uniform outside this diner. I put on the pink way too short skirt before buttoning up the white shirt. Damn why don't they just put ALL the buttons on this freaking shirt. I'm sure when I put down a plate of hamburgers and fries, everyone can see my very exposed chest. Lacing up the skates also wasn't easy but after cutting off the blood circulation to my ankles, I was ready to face whining customers, crying children and men who can't keep their hands to themselves. It wouldn't be the first time someone grabbed my ass while taking their order. Can you blame them when I'm wearing something that looks like a slutty Halloween costume.

"Hi Audrey!" I said to the other student working the same shifts as me. Audrey was edgy, gorgeous and above all very nice. Her long blond curly hair made her brown eyes pop and she waited tables like she was born for it. No wonder, she was one of the customer favorites.

"Oh Hi Bella." She said while I was tying my small apron, that held my notebook, around my waist. "Uumh, there is someone here for you. I tried to take his order but he only wants to talk to you."

"For me? Are you sure." I said, frowning my brows.

"Your name is Isabella, right." She laughed while I rolled out the kitchen to meet the mystery guy at the bar. When my eyes took in the sight my mind needed some time to think. I saw him, he was wearing a leather jacket over a grey t-shirt and a black frayed jeans hugged his legs. When our eyes met I almost lost my balance on those freaking skates. Lukas Davis was sitting at my bar. Is he drunk?