10 10. A Toad Is A prince.

I quickly turned back to glance at the owner of the familiar voice.

"You're not a toad, you're a beautiful potato!"

Aresco?

Glancing at him with my wide eyes, I cut off the call. He slowly paced towards the chair which was placed exactly opposite to mine and he landed his pretty butts in the chair.

Shaking my head, I placed my hand on the table and the other hand under my chin and said in disbelief. "Such a discourtesy young man! To begin with, you're late! You didn't arrive at the time and in addition, you eavesdrop on the people. Furthermore, only a toad would do that and you're a toad!"

He were wearing a forest green color formally breasted V - neck waistcoat over the chocolate brown shirt and paired up with black jeans. Between his shirt and waistcoat lies a burgundy color tie. His sleeves were folded up to the elbow, where he displayed his biceps perfectly. His grey eyes hold the mischievous affection and his V - shape jawline is covered with a trimmed beard. His slender pink lips have curled into a smirk.

Damn, he's definitely handsome!

Without averting his gaze from me he lifted his eyebrow and teased. "Well, are you done with your examine? You like it?" And smirked at me.

My cheeks started fuming up and I averted my gaze embarrassingly and stammered. "Not at all." Shortly, I added with a smirk. "A toad can only have arrogance."

His lips let out a laugh and he said. "Didn't you hear the tale? A spoiled princess reluctantly befriends the toad prince, whom she met after carelessly dropping a clutch bad somewhere on her way, yet he considered to assigns a task to help her in exchange for his friendship. The toad prince, who was under a pressure of wicked relationship spell, magically transforms back into a handsome prince."

My eyes slightly popped out hearing his self possess imaginative prince and my inner laugh scrapes against the throat, making me wince.

I pretended to act casual as if his self-esteem story didn't affected me and I dumbfoundedly said. "I get the feeling of excessive pride in you."

Wantedly, his story was pressurizing me to digest that how he claimed himself of being a highly dazzling prince.

While resting his back against the chair, he continued his tale with a smirk and said. "In the tale, it was sufficient for the frog to spend the night on the princess' pillow and that day will soon arrive for this toad too."

The moment he spells out the cruel words, my eyes widen at his remark and my lip slightly agape. His wicked grey orbs never leaving my sight and lips have a signature smirk.

I blink my gaze dumbfoundedly at him and frowned uncertainly. "You can be placed in a nomination for the best ruining mood."

Shrugging off his shoulder, he said. "I will be grateful to you!" And sent the smiled in my direction.

Rolling my eyes I internally groaned in disbelief.

Slowly, his hand approached towards the plate of macarons and he picks the one and he simpered. "That little baby stomach got a big appetite there. Eh?"

Rolling my eyes at him, I Yelled. "Whatever! But you are going to pay the bill off."

"Anything for you." He winked at me and I relieve a sigh of frustration.

He grabs the cup of espresso the which I ordered before and began to take a sip.

Gritting my teeth, I hissed. "That's my espresso!"

He placed the cup on the table and said with a smirk. "That's our espresso! After all, I'm paying off, I deserve a sip of those lips I mean a sip of espresso."

Frowning my brows, I said. "Ain't you a complete pack of the nuisance."

Besides the pastry counter a table is placed, on which lies a vinyl player. The turntable is the circular plate on which the record sits. A rod positioned in the centre holds the record in place. The pointed end is the only piece that touches the top of the record and it rides around the spiralling grooves of the disk, picking up the vibrations which are ultimately turned back into sound.

Abruptly, I clapped my hand against the table in annoyance and I hissed. "Argh! This music irritates me!"

Taking another sip of espresso, he shrugged of his shoulder and said casually. "But I'm enjoying the music. It's fine."

"But I'm not!"

"I do!"

"I don't."

Without averting my gaze from him, I Pushed the chair behind. Straightening myself, I went near the vinyl music player and searched for the push button for turning off. Suddenly, the red button caught my attention and I pressed the switch off button.

Finally, I released a puff of relief as it was only causing annoyance.

As I take a turn back, suddenly the music started resonating in my ear. The quick realization made me turn around and my eyes landed on the switch which shows an 'on' indication.

The rage inside me started boiling up and my eyes fixated on the posture who was standing right exactly in front of me.

Aresco! He's the one who turned on the switch.

I placed my hands on either side of the hips and groaned at him. "You are already annoying me and I don't want to hear any kind of music."

Casually, shrugging of his shoulder he said. "I want to hear music!"

"I don't!"

"I do!"

"I don't!"

"I do!"

"Ahem! Ahem!"

"I don't!"

"I do!"

"Ahem! Ahem!

"I don't!" I hissed at the Aresco and unknowingly, I yelled at the someone who created the utterance of a sound similar to clearing the throat and was standing somewhere, I didn't bother to give heed. "And you give a pause to your throat!"

"Ahem! Ahem!"

All of a sudden, a realization hit us and, Aresco and I dared to glance in unison at the owner of the utterance sound of 'ahem'.

He was wearing a black jet formal coat over the white shirt and paired up with black pants. A bow was struck between his collar button and his hands were folded against his puff chest.

He appeared to be the manager of the cafe.

"Young lady, you're disturbing the other customers here with your unnecessary commotion and I kindly suggest you pay the bill as soon as and leave the cafe!" The manager said in a furious tone, pointing his finger at the bill counter.

Forcing a smile I said. "Certainly, Mr. manager. And charge him for the bill." I pointed my finger at Aresco and soon, I added looking at the manager. "He's the one who invited me to a gloomy café." And I left the café without a second thought and closed the door behind me.

I stood outside the café, patting my foot on the path as I was waiting for him impatiently.

After a few moments, he arrived and stood a few steps apart from me. A grin was plastered on his handsome face.

Intensely, glaring at him I folded my hands against my chest and I bursted. "You're the cause of this ruskus!"

His grin turned into a laugh 'hahaha' and said. "You should have seen your face!"

I stomped towards him and his face was facing mine. "Don't you dare to mess with me!" I outraged.

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- dusky_haze

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