Chapter 7

　　I looked at him with dagger eyes as I walked down from his Aston Martin. He took me to Panorama Heights in Nivel Hills. I glanced at the simple logo of Anzani Reastaurant above the entrance as we walk towards it. As far as I can remember, this is a Mediterranean cuisine.

　　I wonder where did kuya held his celebration? Damn, Gavin Wyatt, you gotta feed me good.

　　The staff welcomed us when we enter the place, I scanned my eyes around and to my surprise, I noticed that they've changed a lot of details in it's interior. We were guided to an exclusive table for two and I must say that the ambiance became more elegant and cozy.

　　"Thank you." Gavin said to the crew who assisted us. We both sat down and fell silent. I crossed my arms over my chest and looked at the glass mirror beside me, but I can still see him on my peripheral vision.

　　The waiter handed us both the menu. On my super frustration, I did not open it. "Homemade open spinach lasagna, and arugula salad. I want Dom Perignon for my champagne." I said and laid the menu on the table while still facing the mirror. Wyatt stopped to look at the menu and looked at me.

　　"Ah, yes, ma'am, right away." The waiter took my menu to the table.

　　"Spiced Moroccan organic chicken and Parma ham tortelli." Gavin said and the waiter repeated all our orders before he took the menu from Wyatt.

　　The waiter said appetizers will be served first and we'll wait for another 5-7 minutes before the main course arrives.

　　On my peripheral vision, I saw him also fold his arms and lean his back in his chair while staring intently at me. I was devastated by the effect of his eyes on me. I was determined not to speak out of annoyance and if this was all he wanted, I can definitely play silent for hours.

　　She sighed. "Look," he started, but I still wasn't looking at him. "I didn't mean what I've said earlier, I'm sorry, Bernice." His low baritone voice filled my ears. I turned to face him and met his serious eyes.

　　I raised an eyebrow at him. That's it? I'm sorry?

　　"You really can't remember me, huh?" My forehead frowned. Whatever you're saying, I'm sure I was young then, I don't remember.

　　And, hello? We didn’t grow up together. I don't even see him at our family gatherings.

　　"No wonder you did .."

　　My eyes widened at him. Our appetizers arrived so he hung up on what to say. When the waiter left I swallowed my own saliva.

　　"..that." he continued.

　　I was blown away raw by the wind as there was a ghost of a grin on his lips. Seriously? Will he really slap me with that ?! I laughed sarcastically and leaned closer to the table.

　　"Why? You haven't got over it?" I sarcastically laughed. "Well guess what? You're wrong, Wyatt." His smirk slowly faded, "Even if I knew you were my cousin .. nothing will change, I'd still come to you and repeat what I did. You know why? .." I traced as I uncrossed my arms and put my elbows on the table and rest my chin at the back of my intertwined fingers.

　　"Because you're hot." I shamelessly said. Of course, I wouldn't do that if only I knew earlier that we're cousins! I just had to save my pride!

　　Her eyes went dark, as if I had said something that cut off her patience. I saw his jaw move and his clasp tightened. Now it's my turn to smile. A ghost of amusement is surely evident on my face.

　　I was going to tease him when the main course came, so I smiled while eating. I opened a topic about the race earlier and our conversation became normal. Sometimes I joke and sometimes we get along with those we want to ride.

　　"So you finished engineering?" I asked.

　　He nodded while he was busy with his main course.

　　"Civil. You?"

　　"Incoming grade 12 this year, but I'll take business, probably." I answer while chewing. He was stunned at me. He even stopped getting his food.

　　"How old are you?" He asked.

　　"Seventeen." I answered confidently.

　　He blinked and his lips parted slightly, I raised an eyebrow at him so he shook his head and continued to eat.

　　"You?" I asked him back.

　　"21."

　　"Oh, just my type." I smiled at him. He looked at me with suspicion, "What?" I asked while laughing and he just shrugged. "Where did you study?"

　　"Australia." Oh, that's why I've never seen him in our reunions.

　　"Where will you work then?"

　　"Manila."

　　"Why are you here?"

　　"Lorenzo wants me here for his wedding."

　　"He's older than you, call him 'kuya'." I said.

　　"You're not even calling me that."

　　I was stunned, well .. "Do you want me to call you 'kuya'?"

　　"No."

　　"See? Anyway, do you have a girlfriend?"

　　"Eat now, Bernice."

　　I rolled my eyes and took a spoonful of my food, if you don't want to answer, just say so! "So, you'll live in our house until then?"

　　"Probably yes, but if you don't want me there, I can book a hotel."

　　"It's fine, if you want you can even come to my room." I teased.

　　He took a deep breath and looked at me. "You child," he began, I was a little hurt there, child my ass.

　　"Kidding!" For my recovery, he is too serious.

　　He drank wine then he took a table napkin and wiped his lips. "Now, it's my turn to ask." He said when he place the napkin back on the table and crossed his arms over his chest again. "Do you normally do that?"

　　I blinked, "Do what?"