Closer

02

"Here" he says as he hands me the shoe box that now contains my heels.

I grin up at him cheekily, "thanks.." I look at him frowning as I realize he didn't introduce himself yet.

"Uh- Nathan" he replies scratching the back of his neck.

Awe he's nervous.

I have that effect on people.

Definitely.

Yea.

I grin. "My name is Kenzie, or kenz or Z" I trail of dropping random nicknames that I just made on the spot, offering him my hand as I beam at him with the widest smile on my face.

I don't know why on earth I'm offering him my hand, but I just see people do that in movies, or in books, so why not?

He shakes it, before dusting his suit. I pat on the bench as to offer him a seat.

Even though it's free.

The only thing that is actually free in life.

Other than my heart.

But I'm vip so he should be thankful that I offered him such thing.

"Are you emo?" I ask the second his butt touches the bench.

Ok, that sounds weird, my bad.

He arches one of his dark messy brows, "why are you asking me that?" He says.

"Because your whole outfit is black" I explained simply as I point at his black outfit. He frowns even more if that is possible.

"And who told you that I have to be an emo, to wear all black?" He retorts.

"I know everything, no one has to tell me" I snort as he looks at me.

That is a fact.

"Whatever" he mumbles.

"I use the word 'whatever' when I lose an argument but I'm too stubborn to admit it" I inform him honestly as I nod my head. He frowns before he answers.

"Good to know, but that doesn't imply on me" he says.

"Yes it does." I state staring directly at him as to look intimidating.

"No it doesn't" he replies crossing his arms across his chest. I glare up at him and open my mouth.

"Just admit it already!" I hiss at him as throw my wallet at him.

I want a baguette to throw at his stupid face.

"Why would I admit something that is not true?" He asks me calmly as he hands me back my wallet gently.

"I hate you" I reply scrunching my nose as I grab my wallet aggressively from him and stand up, throwing my hair dramatically for effects.

"Sorry" he mutters trying to take a hold on my arm, but I glare at him and give him my back as I make my way towards the exit of the mall.

Idiot.

Stupid jerky idiot.

Stupid jerky handsome idiot.

I hope I pop in his nightmare tonight.

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I walk inside my apartment, and I'm immediately greeted by my cat.

"Good evening Benjamin" I greet in a British accent closing the door as I put down my shoe box.