Chapter 22

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Arielle: Wait, ( Flynn turns back) he's with me.

Waiter: Very well ma'am. What would you like to have?

Arielle: Two Cappuccinos.

Waiter walks away.

Arielle: A seat?

Flynn: hm.(sits)

Both of them sit silently for quite a while glancing each other as if commiting a crime.

Both of them together:

Flynn: Actually-

Arielle: I didn't-

Both Chuckle

Flynn: You go First.

Arielle: (nods while smiling) Very well. You must think of me as a Chatter box, Don't you?

Flynn: (laughs loudly) Why so?

Arielle: You need me to specify? Wow I've been talking ever since I met you, muttering out absolute rubbish.

Flynn: Who said it was rubbish? (raises a brow and places his hand over his chin while resting his elbow on the table)

Arielle: (blinks in confusion)I'm sorry.

Flynn: Here comes another one.

Arielle: What?

Flynn: SORRY! why are you apologising every time? God's sake Arielle.

Arielle: (Laughs in embarresment) maybe I'm built this way.

Flynn: NO.

Arielle: You know better?

Flynn: Oh I think so.

Arielle: elaborate. (places her hand over her chin too while resting his elbow on the table)

Flynn: You're strong , capable and brave and Compassionate and (looks into her eyes) Beautiful. You don't see things with a mean attitude, though you do have a chatter mouth(both laugh) but you speak well too. But there's this one thing I don't like about you.

Arielle: Go On.

Flynn: You underestimate yourself. You need to trust yourself better.

Arielle: (feels insecure) Ah.(makes a bare minimum sound)

Flynn: (places his hand over her other hand on the table) I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, I was just trying to- I don't know, You Okay?

Arielle: (looks at his hand) No, I was just- Just trying to accept.

Flynn: (Slowly slides back his hand) I'm sorry .

Arielle: Well, another one for this evening.

Flynn : What?

Arielle: Apology (both laugh)

Flynn: Old Flynn would have never apologised.

Arielle: Oh I won't like him either.(regrets instanly)

Both lock eyes

Arielle: I-uh

Flynn: Coffee?

Arielle: (makes a strange face) yeah sure.

Flynn: (blushes while controlling his laughter)

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