ANNA
"i'm perfectly fine to wait by myself, thank you very much."
he let out a low chuckle, leaning forward in his chair.
"i don't doubt that for a second, but some good company is always nice. plus, i'd really like to understand more about why love stories freak you out so much."
the irritation i was feeling only elevated. i grabbed my book and pushed my chair back, standing up.
"i think i'll just wait on my own. you're a stranger, and i don't need to discuss my feelings about love with you."
i turned around and started to walk away from the table when i felt a gentle hand on my arm.
"wait. i'm sorry if i freaked you out or annoyed you, i was just poking fun at you, love."
i was so irritated before that i didn't really realize how attractive his accent was.
"forget it, it's fine. but i really need to go. my grandmother is waiting for me."
his eyes widened and a smirk grew on his face.
"wait a second, what's your name?"
i looked at him, trying to read his face to figure out whatever he was thinking.
"like i said, you're a stranger. why would i tell you my name? you could be a stalker for all i-"
he cut me off.
"are you anna?"
i stopped, a confused look on my face.
"yeah, how the hell do you know my name?"
he laughed, shaking his head.
"wow, you look a lot different than the picture she showed me, but i guess she only had an older one. your grandmother sent me here to pick you up."
i shook my head and pulled my phone out from my bag, clicking on my text messages.
*NEW MESSAGE*
jessica: hi anna! i got held up at home, so i'm sending my neighbor to pick you up. his family are long time friends of ours, and i think you'll enjoy his company. he'll be able to help you get here without confusion. text me when you leave the airport and i'll be ready for you.
i angrily shoved my phone back into my bag. great. instead of meeting one person i don't know, now i have to ride in a car with a complete stranger to my long lost grandmothers house. this shit is like a bad movie.
"who the hell are you? my grandmother said you're a family friend?"
he smiled, his dimples i had visibly noticed earlier returning once again.
"i'm harry, and i think we'll have plenty of time for you to explain your hatred of love to me."
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