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Chapter 23 - Bickering

Adelaide's P.O.V

As though Sunday wasn't enough, this dude had to come to the cafe on most evenings to talk random things with Mr Riccardo.

Of course, they were work-related important discussions but just looking at his back which was stained on Sunday I wanted to throw a brick at him.

I know I wasn't supposed to be this annoyed by the fact that an adult was actually a spoiled cocky kid but, I just couldn't hold in my rage when I recalled the way he blamed me.

Ah Adel, stay calm. Breathe in. Breathe out.

I spoke to myself as I inhaled and exhaled fresh air from outside the cafe.

For some reason, I had decided to help Mr Riccardo out after my work hours and now I stood outside the cafe cleaning a table while glaring at the almighty. Today too he was all calm and composed with as good as no emotions on his face. He also waited for Mr Riccardo with great patience every time a customer stopped by.

I had just entered the kitchen after finishing my work outdoors when Mr Riccardo requested the impossible.

"Adelaide. Could you please accompany Dylan while I get this done?"

It didn't take me long to realise that Mr Riccardo was referring to the 'almighty' as Dylan and that I was being pushed into a situation I didn't want to be in.

"How about I do the work here for you Mr Riccardo? Wouldn't that be better for you? Cause you know I am not up-to-date about anything regarding the event."

I'm pretty sure my voice came out desperate because Mr Riccardo smiled while working.

"That's completely fine Adelaide. We haven't discussed much yet. We're still in the initial phase. Plus, you know you can't help me here"

And just like that, I failed to avoid the jerk whose name I now knew to be Dylan.

"Go on he's waiting. And give this to him please." -Mr Riccardo handed me a cup of espresso as he motioned me to leave the counter and go to my least desired company.

Sighing I left the counter and made my way towards Dylan. My mind couldn't help but ramble on and on about how his name didn't suit his vibe. I mean it suited his chiselled masculine face but this man was far from being those typical sweet and gorgeous gentlemen who were rightfully named Dylan.

Snapping back to reality as I neared his table I carefully maintained my distance to not drop anything on him "again" as he might argue and placed the coffee in front of him before seating myself across him.

He was looking outside with his left arm stretched over the chair beside him and legs crossed over each other. Today too he wore his fancy and expensive vintage suit and his hair too was just like any other day I had seen him, gelled back and neatly put in place on his head like some crown.

"You need not glare at me like that." -he spoke as he turned to face me and soon his coffee.

I could feel my cheeks flaming red. Red in embarrassment. I had no idea I was glaring at him. I probably wasn't. I was just... checking him out? No! never. I was simply looking at him with hmm strange curiosity? Could that be it? Yes, it could. After all, I was only studying his appearance.

Dylan's P.O.V

Her red cheeks couldn't have gone unnoticed by me. They were that evident on her fair porcelain skin. She had stopped looking at me the moment I spoke to her. I was about to sip on my espresso when she finally decided to speak.

"I wasn't glaring at you." -she spoke still not directly looking at me. Her cheeks were now only tinted red and her voice was rather feeble.

"If you say so." -I spoke before sipping on my coffee.

She had finally directed her attention back to me.

"Let's assume I was glaring at you. Why shouldn't or can't I?"

"You surely can glare at me but you shouldn't. It makes the atmosphere unpleasant."

"Like you made it on our first meet?"

her eyebrows stood up as she spoke.

I chuckled and put my espresso down before getting back to her.

"Holding grudges aren't you little girl?"

"Thanks to someone's 'just' behaviour yes. And I'm not a little girl you old man" -she hissed in her response.

Her comeback sure caused my check muscle to twitch.

Never had I ever in my 28 years of living been referred to as old. It truly was infuriating to hear that after all, I had worked to maintain myself and look presentable and my age. Heck people think I am younger than my age and she had just called me old?!

"Who are you calling an old man, Lady?"

"Why of course you. You're the one I'm talking to aren't you?" -she smiled mischievously as she laid back on her seat and looked out the picture windows.

Author's P.O.V

Dylan had nothing more to say. He couldn't understand how things led to what had happened and was also stunned by Adelaide's behaviour. It was hard for him to decipher why she was displeased with the term "little girl". Giving up on actually continuing the meaningless conversation that had taken place he decided to look out the window as well.

Adelaide on the other hand was overjoyed to have him speechless. She wanted to taunt him a little but the adult in her had finally arrived to stop herself from doing anything embarrassing.

Adelaide glanced at him from the corner of her eye. He seemed to be looking at nothing and yet something far-fetched. Deciding against her decision of being nosy and asking what was on his mind Adelaide continued to look out at the people who were walking on the street.

This time it was Dylan who had turned his attention to Adelaide. He knew he felt something different from her ever since he first saw her here a few days back but he couldn't understand what it was. He knew better than anyone that it wasn't the cliche love at first sight as people would state it to be but then something about her made him feel like he was forgetting something. Or rather it reminded him of something he lost, possibly long ago.

Before Dylan could ponder about it for longer Mr Riccardo arrived at the table and Adelaide had excused herself and left the table with the now empty espresso cup.

The conversation for the day had soon ended as Mr Riccardo bid his goodbye to Dylan and soon along with Adelaide closed the shop for the day.

As Adelaide was walking away from the shop she felt someone at her tail. She knew better than anyone to not jump to conclusions without any grounds and so to confirm it she took a sharp right and the second left. She had no idea where she was headed to but she had now confirmed that someone was tailing her. She was about to pick her pace when she felt a hand on her shoulder stopping her in her place and whipping her soul out of her body.

Her blood ran cold as she stood frozen in her place while staring at the end of the unknown alley which wasn't too far from where she stood.

"Finally caught up to you." -the voice came breathlessly and confirmed her suspicions.