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I stood there puzzled and confused. Surely, this man was hot and seductive with his crescent lush eyes and sex appeal. Regardless, a question from him didn't change my curiosity.

According to my calculations, he was by far one of the sexiest men I have seen in my life. Why did he ask me out of all people? He could have any woman gravel at his feet with one look.

Was he making a joke or was he genuine asking me out? It was utterly shocking, to say the least.

It must have been a joke. I speculated but I couldn't tell, because his eyes told a different story. There were no signs of mischief and were replaced with seriousness and other emotions I couldn't decipher.

I wasn't an idiot. I would be if I turned him down.

But the matter of reason was I was broken and filled with insecurities to not okay with the fact that this one hell of a sexy man wanted me.

Unfortunately, the extremely hot ones are the guys who would break your heart in an instance and degrade you all like the women they were with before.

He looked to be one of those guys. The guys you would end up falling in love in a flash, rejecting it once he said the words. The words that ended it all, the hot brief romance you always wanted but never even knew you wanted it.

I couldn't be sure because I didn't know him and it would be too quick to judge but I didn't want to take that chance.

The chance to be proven otherwise, it was better to think all guys were jerks to avoid sappy regret and disappointment.

I wouldn't be different in this case. I would be like the rest, with inspiring hopes to be with the perfect guy and then for some reason be dumped or in another case be 'cheated' on again.

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested." I choke the words, not looking back for his facial recognition.

I wasn't too sure if his pride was hurt or if he was angry but I couldn't care less. As mean as it sounds, I had to get home to Issac and reject him as soon as possible.

Looking up to see cold raindrops crashing down the hazed streets of New York, I cuss at my luck and my dress attire. I didn't have an umbrella or a jacket, stupid me was wearing heels and a skirt.

Of course, it would be raining.

Really Autumn? You couldn't check the forecast.

Baffled and frustrated, I hug myself and my purse to my chest hoping it would spare me some warmth from the blazing weather.

I had no choice but to take a cab. To be walking in the streets was asking for death sentence.

I couldn't afford to be sick now mainly because of Sarah. If I didn't finish my workload, I will lose my job and be replaced. The department was competitive and brutal, they couldn't care less where you stood in life other than the fact if you got the job done.

Harsh but it's life.

Scouring the streets, cabs we're taken by fellow employees and bystanders rushing to get out of the rain, seeking coverage as they ran fast as they can.

"Taxi!" I signal for the yellow car to take me home before the rain starts to pour harder.

I yell again, only to be shaken when a heavy coat was set on my shoulders.

Facing the direction, I see him again and his white dress shirt getting wet by the water. I go to give the coat back, but he stops me reading my mind.

"Keep it, I don't need it." He said with no hesitation. Was he seriously giving me his jacket?

"A-are you sure?"

"Yes, you need it more than me," He said smiling, displaying his dimples earning a swoon from me. I blush, internally indebted for the jacket and the kind gesture. We step aside under the small roof of the corridors, letting people pass to the streets.

"I know this is kinda awkward after the whole thing back there, but I want to apologize if I made you uncomfortable in anyway because that's the last thing I want to do..."

Damn it. He's not a jerk.

"Oh, no. No, you didn't," I laugh uneasily, feeling awful for assuming things about him.

"Okay, that's good." He said casually before putting his hands in his pockets, looking out in the rain.

My eyes pop out of their circuit realizing the rain beginning to pour harder and at this point, the streets will ascend in floods if the rain overloads the gutters.

"Um..." I look up at him, thinking of doing something I shouldn't.

He looks at me, waiting for me to continue. I don't think but clasp his hand, pulling him with me into the direction of a coffee shop around the corner.

Running as we take cover in the rain, his hand being the merely source of warmth other than the ever so slowly socked jacket he gave me.

Glancing at Brew Cafe, I smile in relief guiding us inside.

"Gosh, it's so cold," I say letting go to rub my hands together. Pumping my breath into them to keep warm. I was too busy and focused, I didn't notice he took off the jacket, hanging it up on a hook of the coat rack that stood by the entrance door, rubbing his hands on the side of my arms.

"Is this okay?" He asks, trying not to invade my personal space. I hesitantly nod before gazing into the green orbs of his.

He slowly stops rubbing my arms for a moment, looking back to mine.

I couldn't help but notice the little stubble he had on his face. I always cringed when men had beards but for some weird reason, it suited him. Taking in his height he was extremely tall for me, as a tall girl myself -five-eight inches to be exact, he made me feel like a migrant next to him.

Is this is how short people feel?

I break our stares, feeling ashamed for even looking. Searching for a place to sit until the rain dies down a bit. I'm going to have to text Nessa and tell her I won't be home for a while longer.

I spotted a cinnamon colored couch sitting among small love seats as white pillows were placed on top of the couch, matching the overall theme of the room. A coffee table in the center holding everything together. The cafe was split into a multiple purpose room where pastries and hot drinks were sold on one side, forming a small business, while the other side of the establishment displayed a lounge for people to read and interact.

The coffee shop overall was cozy and warm, a better setting, than the thunderstorms crashing down outside.

I take a seat on the cinnamon couch wanting a comfortable place to sit, sending a quick text to Nessa to let her know I won't be home until later on.

Me- Be home when the storm clears up. Did you pick him up?

I settle the phone back in my purse, wanting nothing more than to get back to Issac and home.

"Here, " I stare only to see him gripping two brewing cups, hot chocolate with foam and marshmallows and the other, coffee.

"O-oh, thank you, " I mumble, taking the warm glass in my hands. The action instantly brings heat, forming a type of heater system.

"Your welcome, " He sends a soft smile, taking his seat on the fluffy couch.

"How much was it?" I ask, reaching inside for my purse for loose change.

"No, it's okay. I got it,"

"Are you sure?" He nods sipping the other mug he had in his hand. It was black coffee.

"You like black coffee?" I state, totally disgusted and surprised. No offense but I hated black coffee. The strong bitter-taste made me gag and want to throw up. During my pregnancy with Issac, the smell of coffee made me revolt and sick to the bone.

"You don't?" He raised a suspecting brow, interested in my sudden distaste of the drink.

"No, I hate it actually." I laugh, swirling the spoon around the foam.

"You like hot chocolate better," He said as a statement.

"Yeah, " I say, leaning back into the couch holding the mug closer as I take small sips. My lips parting for seconds as I drink.

"You know, I was a bit hesitant going out with you because you seemed like one of those guys,"

"What do you mean?" He cocks a brow, leaning closer to me.

"You know, those guys that are..."

"F*ckboys?"

I laugh and nod, thankful he got the idea.

"Yeah, I get that a lot. You be surprised how many girls wanted a quickie from me because of that."

"And you don't want that?"

"Want what?" He asked with a sly smirk, obviously knowing what I was referring to.

"Sex."

He lets out a laugh, shaking his head in disbelief, amused with the fact I said the word almost as if he expected me to shy away from saying it.

"I'll be lying if I say I didn't want it, but I rather have it with someone..." My heart starts to beat faster when he starts to leans in.

"Someone's whose what?" I ask curious for an answer but we are suddenly interrupted by a red head chick, trying to get his attention, flipping her hair and eyeing him suggestively. I cough, feeling awkward for being in the way but he ignores it as if it's a regular thing and turns back at me.

"Tolerable." I nod, getting what he meant. I guess he didn't want anyone annoying but interesting.

"Thanks by the way, again for the jacket and the drink. You really didn't have to do that,"

"It was my pleasure," We sit in conformable silence, the only nose in the background is clutter of cups and other customers chatting.

"Can I ask you a question?" He sits his mug down on the table, his full attention on me and nods. I look down, still unsure if I should ask but I need to know.

"Did you ask me out because you felt sorry for me or because you-"

"I wanted to."

"Why?" Why would he out of all people want to go out with me? He probably had loads of offers like the red head from earlier.

"Isn't it obvious?" I shake my head, going through lists of things he wants. What other things could he possibly want? Sex. Is that the reason?

"So, what.... you want to try something with me? You find me... less boring."

"No, " He shakes his head in denial.  "Not unless you want me too." He gives a cunning smirk in my direction not hiding the subtle fact of wanting to sleep with me.

I smile knowing he was not going to get anything from me. He has to try harder than that.

"I don't do casual sex if that's what you're implying,"

"Who said I wanted casual sex?"

"Then what do you want?"

"You," I bite my lower lip, trying to hide the small smile attempting to escape. I have to admit it was smooth even if it was the most cliche line of all.

My phone ding hinting a notification message from Ness.

Nessa- I picked him up. Get here as soon as you can. Meet at my apartment.

"Is that your boyfriend texting you?" I laugh, texting my response back to her.

Me- Okay, be there as soon as I can.

"No, I don't have one,"

"Well, that's great?"

"Great? How's that great?" For many others having a boyfriend was lovely and fantastic, having someone to love you and be by your side and support you no matter what. Shouldn't that be good?

"Because that means I have a chance." He states unfazed. He said it so confidently like he knew something I didn't.

"A chance? If you mean by me, I suggest you keep looking. I'm not the right girl for you and I'm sorry but I can't." I get up to leave but he stops me.

"Don't you think it's up to me to decide? I know what I want."

"W-well, I can assure you, your'e wrong. Trust me, it's not me you want."

"Look, um..."

"Nico, my name is Nico."

"Um...Nico,"

"I get it. I heard you the first time but can I please take you out? One date is all I'm asking for," I look down to the floor in hestation. Should I say yes?

I look up to Nico, looking into his color greened eyes and that's when I knew I couldn't say no. It wouldn't be that bad right?

"Okay,"

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-Katherine