"You know, staring is rude" someone with french accent startles me.

"François" i breathe out. He chuckles. He stands before me and looking deep into my eyes.

"You have to gather up your courage, girl. It's been three months" he reminds me.

"I know. It's just she's out of my league. She's gorgeous I don't even know she's into girls or not" i says.

"You never know unless you try. Who says you're not gorgeous as well" he says. He leaves me after giving a pat on my shoulder.

I sigh. This is so killing me. I have to make a move. I will not forgive myself if someone takes her away from me. I sound possessive.

That's it. It's now or never. I'm gonna head to her table and greet her. We'll start from that. Just as i'm about to stand from my seat an angelic voice rings in my ear.

"Going somewhere?"

I tilt myself to the source of it. There she is. Sitting in front of me graciously.

"Cat got your tongue" she asks me. A small grin formed on her face.

Am i in heaven. An angel is talking to me. Wait am i dead.

"Hello" she waves her hand, taking me out of my trance.

OMG i must be daydreaming again. How embarrassing.

She's waiting for my respond. Think. What should I say. I have to say something good.

I open my mouth but no words come out. I close it again. I feel like a fish.

"Say something" she says annoyed.

"You are beautiful" i manage to say. She blushes at my remarks. Nice one.

"I know you've been staring at me. Quit it. It's annoying. Take pictures their last longer" she says with confident.

Ouch. One step forward three step backwards.

"I have eyes and it's not their fault they put more attention to the beautiful creature like you" i reply. I'm so not gonna lose.

"I have a photographic memory but i would like to know every inch of your body" i say with a wink.

"Are you trying to get in my pants?" she asks me. She sounds upset but fail to hide a small smile that tug on her lips.

"Maybe. Possibly."

"You know you are a very conceited person i've ever met. And we're just what, talking for 3 minutes. I like you better when you're tongue-tied."

"I am confident not conceited" i defend myself.

"Whatever" she mumbles out before hurrily leaving me with my eyes wide open.