26- A devil for a mother

Ashely

I slowly turned my head at the sound of the bell ringing, my lashes fluttering at the sight of Mason.

Impulsively my hands reached to touch and adjust my hair as I walked towards him with quick strides.

Casting a shy smile at him, I crossed my arm across my chest and muttered an inaudible, "Hi."

"Hi, Ashely." I heard him whisper.

"What's wrong? Is there anything up?" I asked, guiding him out of the shop, closing the door behind me.

Fiddling with my hands, I glanced at him and he looked away.

"If it's about the date—"

Mason cut me off in mid-sentence.

"The date is definitely on. I just wanted to sure that you are still interested," he spoke, "And I also don't have your number or know your home address. "

My mouth opened and I let out a reassured chuckle.

"Oh."

"What were you expecting? Did you think that I was calling the date off?" Mason muttered.