Cassie grabbed her phone to search for the possible account of Liam on Facebook. She hadn't checked her Facebook for a while since she would rest when she found time to rest when she was too tired from school. She waited for the search results to come out.
Natasha noticed that Cassie looked focused on her phone, so she wanted to ask Cassie for an answer. "Did something happen, Cass?"
Cassie shook her head. "Nothing much. So don't worry about it, Nat."
Natasha squinted. "Is that the truth or a lie?"
Cassie didn't want Natasha to worry about her, so she decided it was best if Natasha knew what she was doing. "You don't have to suspect me whether I told the truth or not," she showed her phone to Natasha. "I was just looking for your good friend's Facebook account. See?"
Natasha saw the search results and then giggled. "But you looked so serious about finding him."
"I have to know what kind of person your good friend is! And Facebook might give me an answer to that!" Cassie gasped which Natasha blinked in surprise. She realized that she didn't know the appearance of Liam, so she wouldn't find Liam. "I won't know the account because I haven't seen him before!"
Cassie looked defeated. She didn't bother to search for Liam anymore, so she locked her phone. Natasha had a simple solution, but before she could speak—
"Wait," Cassie noticed someone entered the Starbucks. "Isn't that Mister Cinnamon?" she pointed out using her right index finger discreetly.
Natasha turned around to see if Cassie told the truth. "Oh, you're right," she frowned. "What is he doing here?"
"What else, Nat? This is Starbucks, so he's here to order something he likes," Cassie answered.
Natasha realized that she asked a dumb question. "Good point," what business Baker had nothing to do with her, so she shouldn't meddle with that matter. "I don't want him to cause trouble for us, so he better not dine in here."
Baker placed his orders and then sat down on the chair to wait for his orders to arrive.
"He ordered two drinks," Cassie assumed that the two drinks that were being prepared were orders of Baker since no one ordered recently besides him. "Two drinks!"
Natasha noticed that Cassie emphasized the two drinks. "And what's that supposed to mean, Cass?"
"It means he must have a friend or a significant partner, Nat!" Cassie answered.
"What?" Natasha recalled the words of Cassie when she told about Baker. "It can be his parents or siblings instead, you know. You told me that Mister Cinnamon is an aloof one and couldn't be seen around your school when it's lunchtime, so it's safe to assume it's for his family."
"Well, you have a good point," Cassie wouldn't deny that possibility. But she thought of something if the two drinks were indeed for the family of Baker. "Hm, doesn't this mean Mister Cinnamon isn't cold as he seems?"
"Don't know. Don't care," Natasha continued to sip her iced caffè americano.
"Right," Cassie agreed when she recalled what Baker did. "Why am I talking good about him when he lied about being your boyfriend?"
"Mister Ace," Baker heard the name he intended as a way to call him, so he locked his phone and then went to the counter to get his orders.
Baker went out once he got his orders.
"Oh, he didn't dine in," Cassie noticed. "Where is he heading to then?"
"Don't be curious about him, Cass," Natasha didn't want to spoil her mood. "Let's talk something else, hm?"
"Silly me," Cassie understood. "Yes, we should."
Cassie wanted to ask Natasha about Baker, but she decided not to. She couldn't shake off the words that Baker told. It seemed that Baker knew who Natasha was.
But Natasha claimed that she didn't know who Baker was. Even if she was in the same school as him, she didn't see him around. She wanted to know, but she believed that waiting for an answer was the best way.
**
Natasha smiled. "I had a lot of fun!"
"Thanks for coming with me, Nat," Cassie was glad to be with Natasha again.
"You are very welcome, Cass," Natasha replied.
"I insist to walk with you until you reached your home, Nat," Cassie held the left hand of Natasha.
Natasha was surprised, but she wouldn't turn Cassie down. "Please do, Cass."
"I will without a 'please do' from you, Nat," Cassie stuck her tongue out.
Natasha pinched the right cheek of Cassie which Cassie groaned. "If you will do this, make sure I will insist to walk with you until you reached your home next time, Cass."
Cassie felt the sting on her right cheek, but she giggled. "Of course, you should the next time we meet each other again, Nat."