Perfectly Wrong || Shawn M.

Part 15

II'm literally addicted to nocty help

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"I'm nervous, Shawn. What if he doesn't like me?" I said desperately. He cupped my face gently in his hands and lifted my head up to look at him, a comforting look on his face.

"Don't worry about that, just be yourself. He's so cool and nice and amazing, trust me." Shawn reassured me with a soft smile, his cheek scar prominent. I wondered how he got it. Maybe it was in a badass way where a lion's claw had nicked his skin while he was on a safari or in a lame way where he fell over and hit his face on the edge of a table or chair. Probably a lame way, but thats how I'd prefer it.

"Thanks, make sure everyone behaves at my house, you're in charge. Don't do anything stupid or I'll... I'll hire someone to assassinate you." I threatened.

"No promises. Good luck." Shawn said, his lips making contact with the skin on my cheek before he smiled and turned around to walk away.

I gather myself as I stood on the sidewalk outside of the cafe I was supposed to meet Andrew at. I closed my eyes. Deep breaths. I reminded myself.

I breathed in, held it, and breathed out before opening my eyes again. I confidently turned around and pulled open the door as it made a bell noise. I took a few steps in and looked around.

It occurred to me that I had no idea who I was looking for. The only clue I had was that his name was Andrew. I looked around, there weren't many people that were sitting alone. Only a woman and a man, both across the room from each other. Guessing, I walked over to the man nervously. I could see and feel my hand shaking rapidly as I reached out to tap him on the shoulder. He spun his head around to look at me.

He looked like a manager with his round glasses and stubble. Not the perfect stereotypical manager. No offensive to him or anything, its not a bad things, but his look kinda screamed "Hey! I'm a manager!"

"Excuse me, sir, are you Andrew?" I said shyly. He nodded.

"I am, you must be Leila. It's nice to meet you." Andrew said, putting his hand out for me to shake. I shake it and return the greeting, making sure I have a sturdy grip and not flopping my arm around.

"Take a seat. Please." He said, motioning to the chair across from him. I smiled at him before walking up next to the polished wooden chair. I pulled it out and seated myself so I was facing him. I placed my forearms on the table and waited.

"Jesus. I haven't done one of these in a long time. Sorry; just give me a second." Andrew chuckled to himself as he scrolled through his laptop.

"No, its fine. I'm not tight with time or anything." I reassured him.

"Oh, alright. In that case, why don't you order some stuff while we're here." Andrew suggested. I smiled brightly, I was in the mood for coffee; I always was.

We called an employee over and I ordered black coffee. Andrew requested a chocolate chip muffin with his previously ordered drink.

"Alright, Leila. Let's just jump right into it, how old are you?" Andrew asked, making eye contact with me.

"Nineteen, I'll be twenty on August 9th. O'eight, o'nine, nineteen-ninety-eight." I recited. Andrew nodded and typed something in his laptop, presumably taking notes.

"Wow, you were born literally a day after Shawn. That's a crazy coincidence." Andrew said, looking back up at me and smiling as he spoke.

The thing is, I didn't know when Shawn was born. All I knew was that he looked much older and more mature than me; because lets be honest, I look like a thirteen year old boy without makeup on. One day, though? No one on this planet could look at us side by side and even think that we were born within the same year.