Weirdo

KENZIE'S POV:

Oh these love birds! They wouldn't stop showing off their love every where. I got back to scrolling my phone with hot coffee passing by my taste buds.

"Excuse me." I was interrupted by someone's tapping on my shoulder.

"Yes?" I asked to the man who was standing with a notebook in his hand.

"I wanted a help, you're new here if I'm not wrong?"

I don't know by but I feel not so good vibes coming up from this man.

"Yeah, you're right. So as you know I'm new here, how can I be help to you?" I swear I tried to be as polite as I could.

"You're the only one who can help me with it."

What's such thing which needs mine and only mine help?

"Actually... Can I have a seat?"

"Of course, I know you wouldn't say no. You seem to be sweet girl."

What kind of man is he? Why did he even ask me if he had to answer on his own?