Waking Up Sucks (Sometimes)

Eighteen.

As usual, I arrived earlier than expected.

I mean, I don't want him to wait for me. Because you know, I'm just a nobody.

I've been waiting for him for good 15 minutes.

Well, it's my choice to arrive this early.

While I'm making myself preoccupied, I heard someone cleared his throat.

He's here.

"Did I make you wait?"

I simply shook my head before I look at him.

Dang, he looked like a fine cuisine.

A sly grin was etched on his face.

Shit.

Did I --

"Yes. You just did. If ever you were to rate me from one to ten, why is it one hundred?"

".......y-you're so full of y-yourself."

I was about to save my humiliating ass from this current situation when he suddenly grabbed my hand.

"Your hand looks heavy, do you mind if I hold it?"