Chapter 7 Playboy

  ANNA'S POV

  "Alright, let's do another one," he said, his eyes twinkling with excitement. "Would you rather be able to fly or be able to teleport?"

  This question was much easier for me to answer, and I replied without hesitation. "I'd rather be able to teleport. It would be so cool to be able to go anywhere in the world instantly. Flying would be fun, but it would take a long time to get anywhere. And it would probably be scary!"

  He nodded in agreement. "Yeah, teleportation would definitely be the way to go. No waiting in airports or on planes."

  "Yeah…" I agreed with a nod.

  Then our coffee came and a cake for both of us.

  "Um… I didn't order cake." he said while looking at he waitress who was clearly flirting with him even in my presence.

  "It's on the house sir." she said, with a smile on her face.

  "Oh... thanks." he said, just then she gave him a tissue paper and left.

  I sighed and realized what that was.

  "Let me guess, she gave you her number huh?"