Cheryl's POV

He seemed almost insulted. I could sense surprise in his exterior. It was probably something he didn't get all the time. 

"Wow." He said, taking another sip of his water. "That's a new one." 

"What is?" I asked.

"Oh, never mind that." He said dismissively. "My name is Ken. Kenneth but no one actually calls me that." 

"Well, that settles it."

He signaled for the waitress who eagerly came. He seemed to have a way with the ladies and I knew why. He exuded an aura of confidence and assurance that he knew what he was capable of. She took his order, struggling to hide her blush.

"What'll you have?" He asked me, ripping me from my thoughts. 

"Er, waffles and maple syrup would do," I said to the lady. 

Her blush quickly turned into a sturdy frown. I could imagine why. 

We talked for a bit. He really wasn't as shallow as I originally thought he was which was a relief.

Ken's POV