“ Our past is unforgettable. Now I see flashbacks of our memories in an hourglass. ”

“ Were you really mute the whole way or do I have Nerd-unhearibility ? ” I ask with most sexy accent of mine, showing off my jawline. It's so hard to impress this girl, she is bloody hell boring.

Why doesn't she talk? Here I'm trying to have some conversation and she is being the dumb arse. Oh Lord, is she finally smiling? I always knew I'm hilarious but making this feeling-less bibliophile smile felt no less than a certificate for the same.

“ You just made that up, didn't you? ”

Bollock, and she can speak too. I really started to believe that she can't speak. But her voice is remarkable not to mention. “ Yes, with utter pride. And congratulations, you can speak. ”

Now her small smile turns into a noticeable grin, infectious grin, corrections. Guess, she's not as snobbish as I reckoned.

“ Thanks, mate. ” I tell Harvy as she serves my tea and a cup of coffee for this blonde wavy haired girl in grey oversized sweatshirt and black pleated skirt.

No can believe from her looks that she's the only daughter of The David Williamson, England's most famous and rich businessman and industrialist.

“ Hey Nerd, you haven't told me your name yet. Why don't you tell me something about yourself. And I also wanted to say that-- ” before I could manage to speak a word further, she spills out her coffee. Few drops splash on me too.

--that the coffee is still hot.

“ Son of a Bi--” she screams

“ Language Nerd! ” I blurt in an obvious reflex. The whole crowd of coffee house go silent. Not that it's a slang foreign to me but it's shocking to hear it from someone who is a girl of principles, always holding fast to her etiquettes, and as shy as an Indian bride.

She was mute since the second we met, her maximum response to any of my sentence was just a nod, so I'm still gobsmacked would be an understatement.

“ Did I just? Oh heavens, I-I am so sorry. I'll clean this. ” she stutters as her cheeks get tinted with dark shade of red due to the embarrassment while I bite my lips to control my laugh.

I hate flashbacks.

I avert my gaze from the girl's face who is still struggling with the chilli in her mouth and gaze set on me only. I can bet she's having the same flashback in her head.

After almost five minutes of the awkward silence, she opens her mouth to say, “ Can we exchange our orders? ”

I look up at her to find her making the best puppy face ever. If I were the same Hans I used to be two years ago, I would've given all my food to her in a heartbeat but this Hans can't help with his sarcasm.

“ If I'm not missing something, a few moments back, someone said ‘ Don't think I would share my food, even if you beg. ’ ” I mimic her.

“ Exchange the orders or I'll have to order something else for myself and you'll have to wait for 30 minutes more. ” she leans her back on the chair and crosses her arms against her chest.

“ I won't, I'll leave as soon as I finish my meal, with you or without you, who cares?” I say without glancing at her and focusing on my food but I can feel her squinting at me with her angry eyes.

I pick the spoon up to indulge in the porridge, but my pico-nano-micro-mili conscience tells me that I should exchange the food.

A person next to me is hungry and it'll be wrong to eat in front of her.

I drop the spoon in the porridge bowl and pass it in her direction while drawing the dumplings plate in my direction, not bothering to have a look over her,“ Take it as an act of humanity, nothing more. ” I announce while she keeps her shocked wide eyes on me, which later accompanied by a slight grin on her face.

No, no I don't wanna remember that day. The day he entered my life with the motive to destroy it.

“ Did I just? Oh heavens, I-I am so sorry. I'll clean this. ” I pant with anxiety. What have I done? Everyone is looking at me. What he'd be thinking of me? Noriana Williamson, you can never have friends in your life. You're going to die alone.

The whole time I was silent overthinking what if I say something wrong. And after all that overthinking, I used the not-so-appropriate words I had never used in my life before.

Momma, if you're watching me, I'm sorry. I know it makes you angry when I curse, but this is the very first time I cursed, since ever the day you scolded me when I was twelve or something. In public, not to mention.

“ Wow mate, you surprised me, huh. Do you know some more abusive words? They sound too good in your voice, I must say. ” he cracks up.

Seriously, now he's teasing me.

Before my anxiety eat me up, I better get going. Leaving the quid of my share, I pick my bag up and move to leave.

“ Hey Nerd. ” he calls me from behind and I turn to see him, “ You're not a sinner if you break your so called rules sometimes. ” he winks with a gorgeous smile playing on his lips.

New discovery, boys can also be adorable outside the Rom-Com world.

I turn to my tracks when he calls he once again. “ Hey, Nerd. ” This time he himself comes to me, “ Should I consider it as a successful date? ”

Was this even a date?

“ Can't say about you, but yes, it was a date for me. And I can't wait for our next date. And and, as you haven't told your name yet, I'm going to give you one. ”

What name?

“ Silly Nerd. ”

That is my worst memory of us because it is the most beautiful one.

He removes his eyes from me and I realise that my mouth is on fire but I'm still staring at him like an idiot. I rush my hand for water and immediately get it down my throat.

But what to do now? Hunger is killing me. Should I ask him to exchange his porridge with my dumplings? No, I can't do that. I'm the one who told him that I won't exchange my food.

But I have no other option I can't wait for more 20 minutes till they prepare some other order. “ Can we exchange our orders? ” I ask politely while making the best puppy face I could.

“ A few minutes back someone said ‘ Don't think I would share my food, even if you beg. ’ ” he mimics the earlier me without glancing at me and now he moves his head upwards just to meet my eyes “ And you know the most hilarious part, that someone is none other than you! ”

I knew it, I knew it! He won't exchange the food, it was so stupid of me to even ask. I should've used my brain and ordered something light.

Wait, what is happening? Oh Heavens, is he passing me his porridge? Am I dreaming? Is he still human? Or did he add some poison in it?

“ Just take it as an act of humanity and nothing more. ” he admits and I swear to heavens, I want to hug him squeezing tight. I try my best to control my grin but it has always been a betrayer.

“ I'm done. ”

What? He's done already!? It's been just 15 minutes since we started eating.

Confession No. 29 - I'm a hella slow eater.

“ Mr. Noodles, bill please. ” he calls the waiter for bill and I accelerate my growling speed because once again I can't afford to go back to my apartment all by myself.

Oldies say that one should not hurry while eating food, otherwise you'll end up choking. Just like I am right now.

My eyes get closed because of the discomfort, I feel like my heart, my ribcage, my stomach everything is stuck in my throat making it impossible to breath, I try to wheeze but it's still hard to inhale oxygen.

Someone rubs my back with their palm while passing me a glass of water and I finally feel alive again. I kinda convinced myself that I'm going to die due to choking. I open my eyes to see Male Bitch towering beside me still rubbing my back.

“ Calm down, eat properly I'll wait for you. ” he says in a worried tone.

He seats himself back on his chair while I look down in embarrassment as by now the whole restaurant is looking at me like I'm a celebrity or something.

“ Excuse me, can you please pass me a fag? ” Hans asks the waiter for a cigarette. And this time, I almost spit out the food in my mouth but I control myself with all of my strength.

Doesn't he have any idea what does that 'F' word mean here in America?

“ Excuse me what did you say? ” the waiter winces at him.

“ I'd highly appreciate if you could catch that in first attempt. I asked for a Fag! ” he repeats with annoyance.

“ You- ” the waiter gets all ready to punch Hans on his face. So, with no other option left, I interrupt.“ No no no that's not what he meant, you're taking it the wrong way. He's just asking for a cigarette, see he's an English, he doesn't know much about America you know, I'm so sorry. ”

I grab Hans' arm and drag him out of the restaurant. I hate leaving my food halfway but those people could have called police so running away is the smartest option.

We rush to the corner where his car is parked, his hand still in mine. We both look at each other as we pant and I don't think too much before cracking up at the bizzare he just created.

And instead of scolding and giving me death glares he starts laughing too. We both laugh like those teenagers who bunk their classes and roast their teachers.

“ What was that? I was just asking for a cigarette, why did he...” he asks while trying to catch breath.

“ Hans Nicholas Anderson, never say the word 'Fag' ever again, especially here in America or you'll end up lying dead on a street. ” I tell him and now my stomach and cheeks are aching but it is impossible to control my laughter after seeing his reactions as he finally realises the hidden meaning of the whole bizzare.

“ Jesus, he took it that way! ” he titters and then breaks into a full laughter fit.

“ Yes! ” I nod my head and hold my stomach as it's hurting from my continuous laughing. I look for my cell as it vibrates inside my bag, it shows an incoming call from Josie.

“ What's up. ” I ask as I put the phone beside my ear, still panting and trying to overcome with the whole laughter fit.

“ Nore, I need your help! ”

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Hey you, you utterly beautiful earthborn. ٩( ᐛ )و

❁ Just in case you've been living under a rock, and don't know what does the 'F' word mean, it's an offensive way to call someone gay. No offense.

❁ Did you like the young Hans?

❁ Not making it up, when I initially wrote this chapter, it was about 1000 words but Goddamn! I don't know from where I got so much in me to write so much that now it's almost 2000.

❁ Hope it wasn't boring. 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Imagine yourself as the main character of your movie. Now, are you really doing what you'd want the main character to do?