Chapter 5
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Desert was at A La Cream.
Pretty sure the owner didn't know what he was doing when he named it that, however, his deserts were delicious.
He made his ice cream from scratch and it always tasted extra milky, but in a good way.
R. I. P to all lactose intolerants though.
We stood in the line since A La Cream was always packed and Tristan hadn't raised his head since we entered the shop; his head was stuffed in his phone.
I would've asked him what he was doing, but he looked furious. I didn't want to become the victim of an agent's fury.
"Do you want to change your mind about desert?" I ask instead and he looks up quickly as if he had forgotten I was here.
"No, why do you ask?" I shrug.
"You look a little preoccupied, and definitely not in the mood to buy scrumptious frozen treats." I almost salivate all over the floor just at the though of one of those shakes in my mouth right now.
He chuckles, presumably at my facial expression. "It looks like you're definitely in the mood though. Plus, I offered to pay."
"I mean sure but that doesn't mean that I can't pay for mine if you want to leave."
"Who says I want to leave?" He raises an eyebrow, finally shoving his phone into his pocket and I smile.
"Great."
The line moved faster than I thought, and soon I was face to face with the server.
It was a male.
I immediately wondered what my face looked like, but brushed it off since I must've looked great. I always do.
"Hi," he greets, a welcoming smile on his face. "Welcome to A La Cream, what would you like?"
I glance down at the ice cream, careful not to gaze at him too much. He was attractive, with milky white skin and brown eyes. But he looked a little young.
"Mm, let me have the coconut." I tell, pressing my fingers gently on my lips.
"Cup or cone?" He asks and I look up at the cones as if I had never seen them before.
I tsk, "a large cup."
He nods and gets to work, I watch him for a second before deciding that he was just a bit to scrawny. He seemed to be just touching his 20s, I felt like a predator.
He hands me the cup with a smile, and I hastily smile back before moving aside so that Tristan could place his order. He pays and we decide to take a seat.
"If you liked white boys, why didn't you just say that?" Tristan teases and I roll my eyes.
"I like all races. As long as I'm attracted to you, I barely care about what you look like."
"Oh? So what it is about me now? I'm I above barely or ?"
I hum, "you're attractive, sure."
"But not good enough for you?" He raises an eyebrow, digging into his rum and raisin and I sit back into my seat.
"Your desperation is showing." I tell him and he scoffs.
"I'm not desperate."
"Well then, you're doing a bad job of showing that you're not because . . ." He rolls his eyes.
"Whatever, how about I help you find someone."
"Huh?"
"A soulmate, how about I help you find him?" He repeats and I twitch awkwardly in my seat.
"No thanks."
"What? Why?"
"Well, it'll be too weird."
"How do?"
"You like me, and I don't like you, I feel like it's a very black and white situation here." I say, setting down the now empty cup.
"Oh my goodness, Amari, is this the first time someone has expressed some sort of interest in you, because you seem to cling to it a lot."
A pang hits me in the chest at his words, although I wasn't so sure that it was true, I wondered if he was right.
"Anyway," he says at my silence and I'm just glad he didn't continue, "I can help."
"I don't know . . . I mean, I can think about it."
"For someone who wants to find a partner, you don't seem very driven."
Propping my hands under my chin as I leaned on the table, I bit my lip.
"I'm just saying it would be a little uncommon, that's all."
"Fine, you'll let me know." I nod in agreement with him and we both finish our ice creams.
"So, where are you headed now?" He asks and I shrug.
"I might just take the walk home, actually."
"I can give you a ride."
"No thanks, I actually like walking."
"Why? Figure you might find a charming young prince on the way?" He teases with a cheesy grin.
"You know I have other hobbies besides searching for boyfriends right?"
"Really? I would'nt have guessed."
I roll my eyes before turning on my heels.
"So I'll see you around?" He calls after me and I shrug without turning around.
I hope not.
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Although I wasn't exactly looking for Prince Charming on the way home, it was disappointing that I didn't see any possible prospects.
I entered my apartment, kicking off my heels and shutting the door behind me.
Here we are again.
The same quiet house, with haunting walls that knew all of my secrets. The TV would be my source of noise and company for tonight, a bottle of coke my best friend.
I sigh before plopping onto my bar stool. I stared around the empty kitchen wishing it was occupied by another soul. Another soul as lonely as mine, standing behind the kitchen counter cooking us lunch as we laughed about the silliest thing.
But no matter how hard I wish, it refused the man refused to appear.
I jumped from the stool and disappeared into my room.
Tristan’s proposal popped into my head again, the idea that he would find my a boyfriend was quite weird. He liked me, and it was obvious so wouldn’t it be weird if he were to find someone for me? Wouldn’t it affect his feelings?
But if he didn’t have an issue with it . . . Why should I right?
Maybe I’m just looking into it too much, if Tristan wants to help me, maybe I should let him. Hell, I haven’t been doing that well on my own, I might as well find accomplices where I can.
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