Biting my fingers was a sign that I was distressed and nervous, which I am now. I don't know what to do or say after I met him. Would I cry with sadness or relief? Would he think that I'm a loose woman or a crazy woman that escape a mental asylum? I don't know, but for now, I need to get my act together.

Staring at the foggy window of the cab as I breathe upon the sight of me. Even if it's night, the place is still full of people, whether theyre running or walking slowly,the people are still full. Lights dance around my sight combining a picturesque sight. Trees everywhere thought it's not that many in sight. Cars speeding down as I roll the window, breeze graze upon my cheeks, cooling down my face and calming me.

I keep reminding myself that it's the present time now, not the past. Where the night was silent and a whoosh of wind can easily get people scared. Forest are forbidden for people to venture in.

brokin the trance that I put myself into I face the cab drivers face. Smiling at him faintly as I paid him with a little bit of tip.

Stepping down the ground I embrace the wind. Seeing the restaurants name my nervousness came back. Taking a step, and then another step as I start to walk towards the door.

Ding!

The bell rings indicating that another customer havr come in. I face the waiter and told him I'm with Sebastian. After saying that he leads me into a table near the window glass.

The restaurant has a vintage feel on it.

Chandeliers hanging from above and windows made from glass was decorated in viny plants with flowers in it making it seem more elegant and artsy. The counter was full of drinks and glasses were upside-down. Soft Italian music was playing along with the smiles of the employees along with the people inside the restaurant calms instantly. Seats that are either leathered or soft sofas that can make you sink because of it's softness was placed in arrangement.

Looking around I spot a mop of black hair sitting beside the window. The way the light illuminated his face made my heart stop at that sight, throat parched I caught a glass from one of the waiter and didn't wait as I down it on my parched throat. Coughing as I realize that the drink was wine, not water earneng the curious glances of the customers and employees in the restaurant. Smiling embarrassingly I lowered my head as I tug my hair lower to make my face invisible. I want the ground to swallow myself right now.

As I feared through the table, I see a hand coming to me, a hand with a handkerchief on it. I thank him for it and hurriedly wipe my face off the wine. I look at his hands again, how long and angular it is, looking down at my hand,I feel it is much smaller compared to his.

I want to say something but it's like a barrier that prevent me from it. I clench and unclench my hand on my lap as I control my breathing and was readying myself to speak when I found his eyes on me.

His gaze prevent me from saying anything and makes me blush more, biting my lip in embarrassment I take the glass and smepl it to make sure its not wine. Not wanting to be an embarrassment furthermore. After sipping down I talked.

Wanting to slap myself on my idiocy. Really Lara how freaking are you? Can't you think of a better way to start a conversation and avoid the clique questions on dates. It's because of lorena, if she didn't teach me on how to handle guys I wouldn't be this confused. I really ought to beat her and the-

smooth velvety voice traveled towards my ear.

blabbering was really not good in this kind of athmosphere Lara. You're embarrassing yourself again. Lowering my head as I contemplated on myself I peek an eye on him and find him chuckling lowly at my outburst.

Staring at him again as I watch him laugh unrestrained. I smile a bit too, the athmosphere no longer stiff and awkward. Like the things that happened moments ago was a fleeting memories.