Three loud knocks on the front door startled me, making me smudge my lipstick across my face leaving a nasty look. I frantically wiped the corner of my lips and fixed my make-up. Once I am done, pretty satisfied with my work, I examined my myself. I managed to put my brown hair in a bun, giving regards on my green, square collar puff sleeve dress which perfectly fitted me.

I smiled. Now I am good to go.

I hastily get on my saude flats and took the plight of stairs. I opened the door with a bang and a decent man—with earthy brown eyes, his hair neatly combed up, greeted me.

Easton.

Easton is wearing a light green button up polo withkhaki pants. He gave me a once over and smiled. I simultaneously looked down on my dress.

We have the same outfit.

"We are matchy- matchy." He grinned, offering his arm to me. I looped my hands around his arm as we walked to his car.

"You're a wardrobe copycat." I teased.

He laughed. "I'm glad I am." He opened the front seat and I gracefully slid myself but before doing so, I heard him mutter, "We kinda look like a couple."

I pressed my lips, unable to react with the idea. I reached for the safety belt as I waited for him to jog to the driver's side and reared the engine into life. He flashed me his signature bright smile, eyes glint with excitement.

"Are you ready, princess?"

I beamed, bobbing my head in enthuse. He smiled back and we drove off to Felix Resto. The ride was fast and peaceful. In no time, I felt the car moved to a stop and I watched Easton bunked the ignition off. I unbuckled myself and my eyes sparkle with awe looking up the resto in front of me.

I couldn't put into words how beautiful the restaurant is. From the outside, I could see the building's superb interior due to the building's glass firewall. I was rooted on the ground, admiring the baronial room decorated in an old-fashion style. Ah, classic but elegant place, I must say. I give credit to East for having a good taste such as this place.

Easton nudged me to the side and pushed the door open. His hand found its way at the small of my back, motioning me to walk in. I gave him a closed smile as we found ourselves in a two seated table in the middle of the hall.

I pushed the chair but guess Easton was swift enough to do it for me. I mumbled a small thanks, feeling my cheeks reddened. I heard the girls next to our table giggling — ogling at him. Yes girls! Same vibe. He is such a sweetie and I'll never get used to it.

I heard him chuckled, shaking his head. "Don't be like that."

"Don't be like what?" I asked, my gaze following him as he sat across my seat.

"Being shy. Being cute. Being pretty." He blurted.

I blinked repeatedly. Ghaaaad. Why can't he just purely insult me? I am full of his compliments and I don't think I can handle more. I tried my hardest to divert my attention around my surroundings. And when I looked at him again, he flashed me his pearly grin and burst into laughter seeing me so red.

"You're gorgeous, Ann. I hope you know that." He smiled. "I will never get tired making you feel that way."

"Stop it."

"I'm serious!" he laughed once more. "Damn, I'm so obvious," He sighed. "but every time I am with you I feel... I feel so alive."

He reached for my hand and squeezed it. My heart fell. I looked at him with a mixture of delight and guilt. Delight because somehow I make him feel elated but at the same time guilt for I know I am being unfair with him. I know that he likes me, and I know what I feel towards him and yet I accepted his offer and now, my conscience is eating me. "I can see right through you. Don't feel bad. I am not giving you accountability of what I feel. It is not your fault that I like you."

I sniffed. "Your sweetness makes me cry."

He laughed. " What can I do? I was born with a charm."

I small smile tugged at the corner of my lips—not knowing what to say. Our food was served and I started munching like a cow hoping that somehow, this side of me might turn him off. But who am I kidding? Once you like someone, you will like everything about them. You will accept them even though they are flawed.

The once static music that filled the room was now change with a fine melody. Easton got into his feet and I contemplated to reached for his extended hand. Musingly shaking my head, I took his hand. He guided me into the middle of the floor and I laughed nervously. " East, I can't dance." I whispered.

"We will not."

My brows furrowed with confusion. But before I can say knife, he left me in the middle of the hall. My eyes widen a fraction when I realized he was out of sight. I smiled anxiously at people dancing around me. They looked at me with full pity.

Embarrassed, I heavily walked to our seat when suddenly, the music stopped. My gaze casted back in the middle of the floor. There he is, smiling widely at me as a guitar slung on his shoulder.

He beckoned me to come closer. I couldn't contain the smile on my face as I heard him strung his guitar. People now gathered around us and my heart sunk deeper in my chest as I heard him sing. (Play the video below)

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I look at you, you make me blind

Why do you have to be so beautiful all the time?

I know I can't be with you

It's killing me to see you with someone else

What to do?

I fished out my phone and took a video of him. I never thought he could sing so well.

All of the things that I wish I could tell you

Every time when you're passing me by

I fall in love, there's something about you

I wish you were mine

He sings without breaking an eye contact with me. Like there was no one here but us. Like as if the song is solely intentional for me.

I gasped.

And if I only could be there to hold you

It feels like I stop breathing when you're around

I'm in love, there's something about you

I wish you were mine

I reached for my chest, as a tear crept on my cheek. He sings the last part of the song with full of sadness. He walked closer to me and planted a kiss on my forehead.

"I wish you are mine." He whispered.

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Easton dropped me off safely in my house after the dinner. It was late evening and the lights in the front yard were off. They are not yet home, I thought. I unbuckled my seatbelt and got off the car. I smiled at him and bid my goodbye. "Thank you."

Easton waved at me, "Nah, I should be the one thanking you. I'll see you tomorrow?" He asked hopefully.

"See you tomorrow."

I delved into my purse for my phone, hoping for a little luminosity it provides. I opened the door and my heart almost got out from its ribcage when a tall silhouette leaning on my wall pushed itself on the light beam. My heart doubled its pace when I recognized his face. His stare was petrifying, his eyes flaring with animosity. I gulped.

What is he doing on my doorstep at this late?

"Why were you not answering my calls?" His strained voice rings in my ears.

Ashton sounded mad.

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Hello lovely readers! Thank you for patiently waiting for an update. HEHE ( nervous laugh) I'm baaaaaccckkkk! Skl. Does anyone of you knows how to make a book cover? It's been a long time since I changed the cover sooo I'll really appreciate it if someone will offer to do it for me:) Anyways, enjoy reading!