Luke's pov

"Okay, you should wearing this now." He showed me a blindfold stuff from his pocket.

"Can you just kill me here already? I don't have to cover my eyes, I'm alright." He laughed.

"I will never do that cutie, why don't you believe me?" He leans in, our nose are touching. I pull him away quickly from me.

"Lets go outside." He opened the car door and he gave me his hand. I ignore his hand. He thought that I can't walk by myself? What a fool.

"I brought an apple and this spaghetti for you." I chuckle, relax when I see him grinning like an idiot.

"C'mon don't act like you know me." I look around the park and sit on a bench.

"But I do... Just kidding. Yesterday when you're not around I went to your shop again. I asked your mom whats your favorite food. So I make this by myself just for you." He hand me that spaghetti. I didn't take that.

"If you want to kidnap me or something, just do it right now. But if you don't well I don't give a damn." I stand up leaving this weirdo guy. I just don't understand why he did this and why he knew my name. I'm not that famous.

"Hey come back." He's trying to grab my hand.

"Back off. And don't you dare go to my shop again." I yell and then I run to his car.

"I know that I'm annoying, but can you just eat this spaghetti and say thanks?" He's behind me right now. I turn my back to face him.

"I don't like spaghetti though." I lied.

"No you lie. C'mon I made this with love." He begged.

I take that spaghetti.

"This not bad." I eat that spaghetti and I see a smile appears from his lips. I can't help but crack a smile too.

"I'm full, thank you." His smile grow wider as I nudge into his shoulder. His smile faded when I'm about to leave.

"Luke." I turn to him again and mouthing "what".

"Thank you for smiling to me. You should smile more often. I like that smile." I like yours too. Wait what. I don't even know his name. I just hide my blush with laughing into his words.

He said I'm pretty,cute, he raped my face with his eyes. He took me to the park, and he liked my smile. I don't like talking to strangers, but him. Maybe he's nice. Just maybe. I guess.