Dude had asked Cathryn to meet his brother--(Andrews? Andreas?)--because he needed her to explain things. She agreed to come along.
Since she gave him 1,500 dollars which were half of her win, he had been very kind to her by treating her with lots of food. He bought everything she wanted to eat on the menu.
Smart girl that she was, she took advantage.
Cathryn tried a different strategy this afternoon. Maybe the more she tolerated his wishes, the faster she could go home. She hoped he easily gets tired and bored with this.
Handsome guys like him have better things to do than attach himself to her all day and eat food and hey, truth be told, she was not a candidate for Miss Teen Congeniality, either.
Cathryn admitted her company was the worst in this world.
"Do you normally eat a lot?" He raised an eyebrow as he watched her take a huge bite on her burger.
Cathryn took her sweet, sweet time chewing as he patiently waited for her response.
"I'm always hungry." Cathryn shrugged. "I'm a grown woman. I don't refuse good food especially if it's free."
"Typical of you." He nodded as if it made sense and she didn't know if she should feel insulted or what.
Cathryn licked her lips, her gaze fell on his plate. She had been dying to have a taste of what he had ordered but she didn't want to come across as a homeless beggar.
She nodded a little. He proceeded to cut the steak into small pieces. Cathryn thought he was offering his plate to her after that but instead, he motioned one forkful near her face.
Cathryn didn't argue in front of the food. She respected food a lot so she stood up a little, moved her face closer, and opened her mouth.
Cathryn gave him a piercing glare when he started to play her like a fool, moving the steak farther every time her mouth gets closer.
"So, the main purpose of offering food is to make me look like an idiot," Cathryn said, annoyed. "Fuck you, you fucking fuck."
The fucker just laughed at her expense.
"Do you always watch porn?"
Cathryn almost choked on her food. She quickly drank the contents of her glass and punched her chest to ease the pain.
"Table manners please," Cathryn said, her blush could have reached the roots of her hair.
"Oh, so you watch." He nodded. "I like porn, too."
What the fuck is wrong with him?
Without meaning to, Cathryn slapped the table quite strongly and people were already looking over. Why, oh, why did she always have to create a scene whenever this guy was involved?
"Did I say yes to watching porn? Did I agree? Have I ever indicated that I like watching it? Did I even ask for your opinion if you like it?" She tried to control her rising voice as he chuckled at her.
"But you didn't deny right away, either."
Cathryn rolled her eyes and whispered. "What the hell made you think I like watching porn?"
"You keep saying, as I recall, when we were running from the mob of girls, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh my god, shit. Fuck. Fuck." His girly shrieking voice keeps getting louder, she was almost hysterical.
Shut up. Shut up. Please. Cathryn prayed in her mind. People are watching.
She didn't say it out loud since she knew he was going to do the opposite just to irk her.
"Porn is the best movie. There's a hero, a heroine, a simple storyline, a good script, and a good climax. What more can you ask for?"
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear what you said."
Cathryn just grabbed his hand that held the damn steak tight, bite, and release. Like flash. She chewed and sat back properly.
Cathryn crossed her arms and glared at him silently for seconds. He just shrugged with that infuriatingly cute smile of his, his light brown eyes sparkling with mischief.
Why did she even like a guy like this before? He's just a pretty face.
"Your face has red smudges on it." He remarked.
"None of your business."
"Aren't you going to get a proper haircut?"
"None of your business."
"You are a such great conversationalist."
"I know right." Cathryn snatched one potato fries from his plate and munch on it."When is this brother of yours coming?"
"He's---"
What she saw behind him made her scramble so fast and greet the newcomer. Six feet tall. Chocolate brown hair and those familiar light brown eyes.
Cathryn can't believe she would meet her twenty-eight-year-old GQ model professor here.
"Hey, Teach." Cathryn jumped up and down in excitement. Professor Andy hugged her tight, lifted her, and spun her in circles like a child.
"Congratulations on your win, Cat!" He greeted.
"What brings you here?" She asked as he put her down and fixed her hair. He kissed both of her cheeks and she slid back to her seat. Cathryn moved a little so that he could sit beside her too.
"I didn't know you knew my younger brother, Cat." He whispered beside her as he settled on his seat.
"Huh? Brother who?" Cathryn blinked, confused.
"Alex, that's who." He pointed at the scowling dark blond guy in front of them.
What?
THIS DUDE IS HER PROFESSOR'S YOUNGER BROTHER?