Ashely
I slowly turned my head at the sound of the bell ringing, my lashes fluttering at the sight of Mason.
Impulsively my hands reached to touch and adjust my hair as I walked towards him with quick strides.
Casting a shy smile at him, I crossed my arm across my chest and muttered an inaudible, "Hi."
"Hi, Ashely." I heard him whisper.
"What's wrong? Is there anything up?" I asked, guiding him out of the shop, closing the door behind me.
Fiddling with my hands, I glanced at him and he looked away.
"If it's about the date—"
Mason cut me off in mid-sentence.
"The date is definitely on. I just wanted to sure that you are still interested," he spoke, "And I also don't have your number or know your home address. "
My mouth opened and I let out a reassured chuckle.
"Oh."
"What were you expecting? Did you think that I was calling the date off?" Mason muttered.