"You stalking me, shorty?"

My eyes went wide hearing what he asked. 

I quickly took a few steps back and cleared my throat before saying, "Stalking? My ass!"

"Oh yes! The peachy one!" he said, giggling. 

I rolled my eyes at him.

"What are you doing here? Near physics lab? You are journalism, right?" he asked.

"I haven't read a rule that says a journalism student must not be near the physics lab in the college's rules and regulations. Where did you find it, newbie?" I sassed.

He chuckled. "Yeah, you're right. Ok then, take your little walk. I'll take my leave," he said and walked past me, our arms brushing slightly. 

Elka, why the hell are you here? To argue with him or clear the misunderstandings?

I shut my eyes and mentally face palmed myself before turning around and called, making him stop on his tracks and turn around to face me. I took my steps towards him. He was looking at me with perplexity while I was chewing my bottom lip out of nervousness as I looked down.

"What is it, shorty? he asked. "You gonna ask me out?"

I darted my eyes at him and snapped, "As if! You're not even my type."

"Ok, then. Bye." He turned around to leave.

"Wait!"

"God, Elka, what is wrong with you? You're wasting my time as well as yours," Danish said, getting a bit annoyed.

"I want to tell you something."

"Is it about Friday night?" he asked me.

I slowly nodded my head.

"Well then, let's go somewhere and talk," he suggested. 

"Let's go to the ground," I said. 

"Ground?"

"Then where?"

"How about Mugs Coffee?" he asked, giving me an eyebrow flash. 

"Mugs Coffee? You mean the coffee shop around the corner of-"

"Yeah, that one. Coffee at noon is fine for you, right? I'm usually not hungry at lunch and that's why I chose that place. You wanna go somewhere else?" he asked, cutting me off.

Is he taking me on a date?

"Chill, it's not a date. We will be back before college is over. So you're fine with Mugs Coffee?" he said, snapping me out of my daze.

How the hell did he-? Let it be anything. 

"Yeah, Mugs Coffee and coffee at noon is fine but what about your classes? You said you had to catch up with others, right?" I asked.

"It's fine. My teacher said that he will give me some guidebooks and worksheets so it will be easy for me. And also, I have already covered the difficult parts in my previous college. All that is left are assignments and projects. So it's fine if I bunked. Do you have a problem with bunking, shorty?"

"Me?" I chuckled and rolled my eyes. "Do you remember where we first met, Bozo?" I asked, emphasizing the word 'bozo' with my eyebrow arching.

He gazed at me for a few seconds before saying, "Oh, yes. I forgot." He laughed.

"Let's go?" he asked, tilting his head.

Cute.

I nodded my head and we started to walk together. 

"My car or yours?" I asked as we walked to the parking lot.

"Mine", he said and turned towards the area where the motorcycles were parked. 

I followed him with a baffled face. 

"You have a bike?" I asked. 

"Yup. Any prob?"

"Nope." I nodded my head. 

In fact, I was exuberant. I had been a fan of motorcycle racing and wrestling since I was twelve. But as soon as I got to know that wrestling was all a put up drama, my complete interest in sports was captured by motorcycle racing. 

"Can you keep my bag?" he asked, holding his bag out and standing in between me and his bike. 

I took the bag from him and moved a bit sideways to take a good look at his bike. My eyes and mouth went wide with excitement as I saw the baby he owned.

Danish looked at me and asked, "What?"

"Holy fuck! Is that a BMW G 310 GS? The new one? The one that has power 33.9 PS at 9500 rpm and torque 28 Nm at 7500 rpm?" I literally screamed. 

"Seems you know a lot about bikes," he said, obviously impressed.

"Oh, you have no fucking idea. I love bikes."

"Then why don't you have one?"

"My parents won't allow me to," I said, pouting. 

He chuckled before swinging his leg over the bike and put the helmet on his head.

"Oh fuck! I forgot. Do you have a helmet with you?" he asked. I shook my head to which he sighed and said, "Then let's take your car."

My excitement dropped down the moment those words left his mouth. "Nooooo," I whined.

"Then what are you going to do, Elka? Helmet is mandatory and you know that," he said, feeling sorry for me.

I turned my head to the side to break the gaze from him as I was annoyed and upset. But the moment I turned my head, my eyes fell on something and an idea popped inside my head. 

"Oh, we are so gonna take your bike, Danish," I said, smiling rascally. 

He poked his chin out with his eyes narrowed. 

I walked towards a bike that was parked next to Danish's and took the helmet that was hanging on one of the handles. I didn't know who's bike and helmet that was but, who cared? Danish's eyes followed me and gave me a stupefied look as I turned around and smiled at him, spinning the white and red helmet in my hands. 

"You're hell bent on getting on my bike, aren't you?" he asked, smirking. 

I chuckled and put on the helmet and swung my legs over his bike. 

"Ready?" he asked. 

"Yeah," I replied, my voice full of enthusiasm. 

He chuckled and started his bike. His sudden take made me wrap my arms around his torso. I might or might not have ran my fingers slightly and felt his abs a little without him noticing. 

What to do? It was just there! Just like small bricks but ones that tempted me. I felt like a perv after some time, so I stopped doing it.

"Here we are," he said as he parked in front of the coffee shop and took off his helmet.

I got off his bike and took my helmet off too. We entered the cafe and sat at a table in the corner. As it was noon, it was just us and two waitresses and a cashier. I kept both our bags on the side and took my seat while Danish sat across me, leaning back on the cushion chair.

After a waitress came and took our orders, Danish turned towards me and asked while I was drinking water, "Enjoyed touching my abs?"

I choked on water and coughed, looking at him. 

"What?" I asked, feigning innocence.

He smirked and poked his inner cheek with his tongue.

Hot.

I rolled my eyes at him and placed the glass of water on the table. 

"So, what do you want to talk about?" he asked.

I looked at him and took a deep breath and exhaled before saying, "I'm sorry."

"Apology accepted," he said tout de suite.

I looked at him, astonished. 

"What?" he asked. 

"Wow, I didn't expect you to accept my apology right away. I mean, aren't you mad at me?"

"To be honest, I felt I was being a bit childish on Saturday, ignoring you and just talking to Lily and Zinnia. And yeah, I was mad at you but not now. You just asked me a question. A doubt. Everyone has doubts about each other, right? It's normal," he said, shrugging his shoulders. 

I nodded my head and smiled at him.

"Besides, the reason you gave me is a ridiculous one. You have got to admit that, Elka," he said leaning forward. 

"I know. The reason is so fucking illogical. No wonder you yelled at my face. I literally judged you for the way you look," I said. 

He nodded. 

"But it's not just about your looks, Danish. I have got my own reasons too," I added. 

"What reasons?"

I told him about my hatred towards playboys and also about Lily. He seemed to have understood my reason why I asked him that on Friday night.

"And with that I also decided to be friends with you. So if you were a playboy I could change my decision, right?" I asked with both my eyebrows up.

"Yeah. You have got your own reasons."

Just then, the waitress came with our orders, serving me my Cafe Cubano along with Chocolate Almond and Buckwheat tart and Danish his Americano. I fished out my mobile and took a photo of my coffee with the tart. As a foodie, I was obliged to do that.

I flicked the picture and as I was going to put the mobile back into my pocket, I saw Danish's hand reaching out for my tart. I smacked the back of his hand to which he retreated. 

"Just a bite, it looks yummy," he said with pleading eyes.

I chuckled and moved my tart towards him. He smiled at me before taking a bite. 

"Danish, why were you so angry when I asked you that question?" I asked, placing his Americano down after taking a sip of it to taste. 

He looked at me with a small piece of tart in his mouth for a few seconds before keeping it on the plate and moving it towards me. 

After swallowing, he replied, "Just like you, I also dislike playboys. Simple."

I nodded my head, taking the coffee mug in my hands. I took a sip of my Cubano coffee and when I placed it down and looked at Danish, he was already looking at me, his lips cracking a smile. 

He bursted out into laughter which made me bemused. As I was going to ask him, he pointed to his upper lip and then to mine. I let out a small chuckle as I realized that a moustache was formed by the coffee foam.

Danish was still laughing to which I rolled my eyes playfully and said, "I know, I look funny. Now stop laughing."

He shook his head vigorously. "Correction, you look cute."

I sighed as my hands went to grab a tissue from the stand on the table that was on Danish's side. But he was quick to take the tissue stand out of my reach and flicked a picture of me with the coffee moustache in his phone. 

Oh God! I can imagine how that picture would turn out to be.

"Hey!" I snapped.

"Gotta keep some memories, right?" he said through giggles.

"Yeah, memories but not to make fun of me later, right? Sure! Now pass me a tissue, will ya?"

"Wait." He took a tissue and leaned forward. "I'll do it for you," he said softly and wiped the foam off my upper lip. 

His sudden approach made me so stunned to make a move so I just sat there, completely frozen. His fingers slightly touched the outer edge of my lip which sent electric waves throughout my body. His face was just a few inches from mine. My eyes met his dark brown eyes, that were focused on what he was doing, and then traveled to his lips. His thin, light pink lips that were a bit apart. 

How would it be like to kiss him? His light pink lips on mine...

"There you go," Danish said, breaking my randy thoughts and leaning back. 

"Th-thanks." I took another sip of my coffee, being conscious about the foam though. 

What the hell did you just imagine Elka?! 
Never mind, these thoughts are natural when you're a sexually deprived frustrated teen.
But I was all fine until this guy came into my life. Maybe he's gonna be your first? Wait, what? Oh Elka, put down the coffee and drink some holy water!

Don't know how long I'll stay for
It's okay, I'll knock on your door
Won't you come down and get me?
I like it when you hold me tight