ASKING EMELIA OUT ON A DATE
George stared at Emelia, he held her spellbound under his piercing gaze. He didn't know how to answer her question. How could he tell her that he was here because of her? Ever since he set his eyes on her, other girls just faded in the background, leaving only her in his mind. He has been coming to Cream regularly, hoping to see her. He doesn't know her too well but she was the one, he could feel it in his heart.
Emelia lowered her eyes, feeling awkward. "I guess I was being too intrusive for your liking," filling her mouth with a spoonful of ice cream.
He quickly shook his head, "No, that is not true. I have been here earlier, I have taken a lot of ice cream, and I feel like throwing up," he bent his head, pretending to spew.
Emelia chuckled, George was such a funny guy, she thought. He was acting funny in a nice way, putting her at ease with his presence.
