Potatino III

The main individual to get some information about my day in so lengthy and show certifiable interest is a nineteen year old young lady I was basically looking after. I droop once again into my seat.

" Irritating." I cast a look towards her to see her glaring at me with her pink lips.

"Anything you need to discuss?" Her voice is delicate, practically reluctant and I shake my head.

The young lady looked and talked like a sweet Holy messenger, who realized she could be a particularly requesting whelp in some cases.

"None of the things you'd want to worry about." She gestures and I appreciate when she doesn't push the subject.

"Anyways. I'm starving, can you bring me something to eat?" I look over at her and shake my head.

To tell you the truth, having lunch with her was the last thing I wanted to do. "I'll have somebody make you something at the house." I answer.

In addition, it was unsafe for her to be out right now, and neither I nor I wanted to spend time with a teen girl.

"Yet, I need oily burger joint food." When we come to a stop, I glance over at her and feel her stare on the side of my head.

Her dark, thick eyes sparkle bright blue, and I can't bring myself to say no when she's looking at me that way.

"Please?"

Maybe she knows the genuine degree of her power with those arguing eyes on the grounds that the before I know it, I'm making a right and taking her bearings towards her number one coffee shop.

Giana

With a frown that resembles a small pout and furrowed brows, I stare at the man in front of me who is reading the menu.

When Alejandro's massive frame slid into the large booth at my favorite diner, it shrank in size, and I couldn't help but smile hysterically.

He's sexy even when he's cute.

"Do you find my indecisiveness amusing?" He protests, gazing down at the menu like it has by and by irritated him.

"Sì, patatino." I grin, putting my menu down, definitely understanding what I will get.

"Stop that." He snaps, unamused.

"Stop what?" I say batting my lashes and laying my jaw on my hands, concealing the little grin.

"Considering me a patatino. I'm not a patatino." He spits the name patatino with such venom as to appear to be an insult, which only serves to encourage me to call him that.

"No. It sounds adorable." When I see him brooding and complaining to himself about a silly little pet name, which I won't be changing anytime soon, my smile turns into a giggle.

When our waiter comes over, I beam at the boy because I'm so excited to have my favorite meal with my favorite man.

"Hi! Please order two Oreo milkshakes, two grilled cheese sandwiches, and side fries for each. I express, request for the two of us.

The city's best grilled cheese sandwiches were made by them.

Before quickly writing down the order, the boy laughs and smiles down at me.

"Any other items?" He grins at me and I shake my head however Alejandro's voice rings in, successfully causing the to notice his provocative self.

"Make that two waters, just a single Oreo milkshake, an espresso and one barbecued cheddar sandwich for herself and a BLT for me."

He corrects me and gives me a sharp look.

The server hastens off and I sulk at Alejandro.

"You aren't fun. I'm not sharing my milkshake." He gazes toward me.

"Principessa, you eat like crap. Given that you couldn't even do a proper pull up, I'm actually surprised at how you keep your healthy body.

He watches with sternness but also a little curiosity. That is all, equitable interest and I need to shout.

There was no commendation in there or any indication of him respecting my body. Sound physical make-up? I was a man's wet dream.

A healthy physique was an understatement, with naturally wide hips, a large chest, and an ass he could probably grab a handful of.

However, rather than saying anything I feign exacerbation at him.

"Don't look at me with a scowl." He remarks, hauling a tongue along his first line of teeth.

"Don't direct my actions." I contend and he raises a forehead at me, looking so attractive.

He then, at that point, rests back folding his arms up against one another and my consideration goes to the muscles of his arms and the skin looking out under the moved up sleeves on his lower arm.

"You have a harsh tone for such a young lady." He remarks, his tone loaded up with disturbance.

My psyche gets diverted by the muscle and veins on his lower arms that lead down to major areas of strength for him hands.

Where different gold rings lay on thick fingers and an AP watch lays on his wrist. I abruptly want to demonstrate to him that I'm not quite as youthful as he portrays me.

The last thing I really want is so that him might be able to see me like a young lady.

"I'm not a small child." I jeer, folding my arms and thinking back up into his eye.

"Then why do you always behave like such a brat?" He answers quickly, his lips shifting into an underwear dropping sneer.

Butterflies emit in my stomach. He wasn't being a tease however it was close.

Alejandro, on the other hand, is focusing on the waiter, who quickly places our drink and a small white note down before leaving.

Alejandro opens the folded piece of paper and appears to peruse it with a roll of his eyes prior to pushing it towards me.

"I believe that's for you, Camila," I said. He says as I respect him, distractedly murmuring.

I snap out of the paper when he pushes it toward me and open it to find a phone number written in sloppy handwriting.

I push it back towards Alejandro, subtly attempting to recognize any hint of desire however like I expected, I don't see any.

"Pass." As he stretches his long legs out, he chuckles and leans back into the booth, causing me to be caged between his and the table.

"Why? You should, in my opinion, put yourself out there and investigate your options."

My foreheads rasie at his implication, would he say he is advising me to go screw others? He shakes his head and immediately veers off course, as if he has realized his error.

"Dislike that. Get no thoughts. You're excessively youthful to consider stuff like that." I raise a temple at him.

"I'm nineteen. It is highly unlikely that you kept your virginity for this long. He seems taken aback by my blunt response because the next thing I know, he is clearing his throat and his eyes widen a little.

"Indeed, no. However, it's significant you hold on until you know you're certain." He clumsily moves, looking around.

"Why? I'm getting defensive because I had no idea that Alejandro might be a huge misogynist.

Which in the event that that were the case, I would throw him out like a bag of potatoes.

"Since you really want to ensure you have a good sense of security and prepared. I would abhor for anybody to exploit you or strain you."

He says, firmly, I feign exacerbation to conceal the blush at his sweet words, yet an ache of dissatisfaction rolls through my body realizing that he just means it in a non-romantic way.

"You don't think I have that much influence, do you?" I ask. "Obviously not.

It's simply... some of the time individuals could take your effervescent character and get some unacceptable thought."

He says that his eyes are looking at me as though he knows something I don't.

"Well assuming that they do, I'll send them your way." I smile knowing that I really didn't need him, but I'd let him believe I did if it made him feel better.

"Brava ragazza." I reciprocate his approval with a nod.) Great young lady)

"Furthermore I as of now have my eyes on somebody." I answer carefully looking at him, yet he doesn't appear to get the clue. His eyebrows form an arch.

"Is it serious?" I nibble my lip and gesture. "He's the first man I've ever thought about doing anything with," she said.

He inclines forward, his temples wrinkling in thought. I'm curious about what might be going on inside of his head.

"How old is he?" Fearing that he might be aware that I'm referring to him, my eyes widen, but I still nod. As he considers, his face constricts.

"You will come to me first, yes?" "If he presses you into doing anything or makes you feel like you have to do anything with him,"

He squints his eyes at nothing specifically and his more youthful jabs his cheek in thought.

I murmur and feign exacerbation, "No he doesn't actually eyeball me in such a way."

"Well, maybe it's a sign that you should focus on boys your own age," he says with a wink. He answers, still negligent that I'm alluding to him.

I gesture and take a taste of my milkshake, noticing how content he appears with my response. If by some stroke of good luck he knew paying attention to men was something I did only very rarely.