First of Jesse XII

Baking a cake is harder than I thought.

We keep on repeating the process because I always messing up in mixing the ingredients. The other staff and the chef are already tired of teaching me. Gosh, I feel so embarrassed.

We finished baking at exactly 6 o'clock in the evening. Did we spend 5 hours baking? But the cake turns out to be delicious. I can tell it because it smells so good. I pay them a thousand and at first, they are rejecting the cash because the original bill is 400 but I insist because I cause them a lot of trouble. In the end, they accept my money.

I walk home happily, carrying the cake I made inside the box.

It was already 6:30 when I got home. I need to hurry.

I place the cake inside the refrigerator. I will give it to him once we came back home later.

I will take a shower now.

Oliver... what is his reason why did he invite me to go out tonight? Is there any special occasion or did he only want some company just to buy a thing? Whatever the reasons he has, I want to go out with him tonight even if it is the only way I can see him without awkwardness.

But, can I manage not to blush or stutter?

I will try my best not to be so obvious, but in what?

Am I afraid that he will discover my true identity? Or afraid my feelings will be so obvious to him.

"No way! I am not in love with him!" I shouted inside the shower room.

There is no way that this is love. Love is only happening between the opposite sex, so it can't be love.

But what if...

Aiiishhh I have to finish showering and I can't be late. I shampooed my hair and clean my body with soap then I rinse my body. I came out of the shower room and grab my towel.

I am now inside my bedroom because I forgot again to bring my clothes again. Luckily I am not living with anyone right now so it is not embarrassing to walk with just a towel wrapped around my waist.

"Why's this T-Shirt and jeans still fitted to me?" Did I not really gain height ever since?

I hate myself for being so short.

Anyway, I wear clothes and spray perfume on my body. Sounds girly? Sorry... It is men's perfume. I don't want to have a simple smell when I am with Oliver.

Shit, what am I thinking? I am really a psychopath. I can't think straight when it comes to Oliver. I let out a heavy sigh.

It is already 7. I do still have one hour to prepare myself. Since I don't have anything to do, I will watch TV to kill time.

-One Hour Later-

I grab my wallet and my keys before going out of my apartment. Wondering why I don't have a car? Not that I can't drive, it's just that I don't usually go out and I am not going too far places.

The central park is not far from where I lived now compare to where I used to live before, so I just walk my way to the park.

While walking, I am thinking what will happen later? Geez, it excites me when I am thinking that I can spend my night with Oliver. I can't think of anything now but being with Oliver is just making my heart race but in a comfortable way.

I am now in the meeting place but Oliver is not here yet. I sat on the bench and I look at my cellphone to check the time.

"8:10" I mutter to myself.

Just like 10 years ago. I am 10 minutes late but Oliver is the one who is late now not me. I smiled at the thought. I will wait for him. Maybe it's traffic or the way from his work is far.

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The time passes and I got bored waiting for him. He is already 30 minutes late. I still have hope that he will come so I continue waiting. I know he wouldn't bail me.

I got bored so I played on my phone. Geez, it's getting chills, my fault for wearing these thin clothes and not bringing a jacket.

I saw the time and it is already 8:50. Is he really coming? If he is not then he would have texted me earlier! I felt heavy feelings inside my chest, enough to make me cry. I put my phone inside my pocket.

"God, it's so cold," I mutter and put my hand on my hand and lean my back on the bench.

Bzzz.

I heard my phone buzz. Someone message and it makes me feel excited.

I grab my phone inside my pocket and was immediately disappointed when I saw who texted me.

'Hey how ya doin'?' it is from Matthew.

I am not feeling well now. I didn't reply to Matthew's message because if I do and if I let my feelings put into words, I will definitely cry right now.

"Maybe he wouldn't come." I stand up and started to walk with a heavy heart. I didn't expect this will happen if he... If he...

"Hey!" I heard someone call me so I turn around and I saw a running Oliver.

He is running towards me. I am stunned and I can't move my body and I don't why? I feel the need to cry, shout and hug him but I refrain myself doing that. He was heaving.

"Sorry to keep you waiting so long, the meeting ended so late" He explains

That is the only what I need to hear, but I didn't answer back. I stare at him and I realize that our clothes are matched. Again.

"I came back to my apartment to change clothes so I am not in my suits. Wait, we matched!" He exclaimed and he laughs but I just smile at him.

"Are you mad?" he asked me with worried eyes so I smiled and shake my head left and right.

"So shall we go?" He said and he put his hand inside his pocket looking at me smiling.

"Okay, but where we are going?" I asked him wondering.

"Just come with me," he said that then he turned his back and started walking. I followed him.

We walk down the street and I am following him bowing my head. I can't talk right now because I felt so much happiness.

"Let's eat here" we stopped in front of a fancy restaurant.

What the heck?

"Let's eat here," He said then he walks inside and I followed him again.

It's like a date. Please don't tell me that Oliver does have feelings for me... No way! It can't be! Please don't make my hopes get high.

We sat near the wall and we sit across from each other. The waiter came and takes our order.

"This this and this" I saw Oliver pointing at the menu then he look at me.

"You want something to order?" He asked me.

"Just-just please order for me" I stuttered. I am the most horrible person in the world dot

"Then can you make it twice?" he asked the waiter and the waiter nodded.

The waiter left us and again I can't look at his face. I am so nervous.

"Hey?" He said and when I look at him, he is smiling at me.

I smiled back. I can't keep my proper posture when it comes to him. I can't be myself... why?

"Oh, I remember, are you making a new story?" He asked me.

"Ah, yes I am currently planning the plot of it" I replied.

"Oh, another romance story I guess," he said smiling at me.

"Yes, but I think I will make a romance story about two males," I said not thinking that it is the most embarrassing thing I said the whole day.

"Woah, I didn't think that you can make that. I agree Boys Love novels are popular this day" He said and I realize what I have said.

"No-No-no! I mean I hmm I" I am freaking out inside the restaurant.

I am blushing hard because I—

"Your order" The waiter serves our orders and he put them on our table.

I am looking down and I can't eat the meal in front of me because of the embarrassment.

"Why aren't you eating," Oliver said

I grab the fork and knife and slice the meat.

"You know I think you've chosen the genre is great." He said while munching the meat inside of his mouth.

"You think?" I asked him because I thought he would be disgusted by the idea.

"Yes, I know it is popular nowadays" He replied.

I smile and continue eating.

To be continued.