“So you do eat some foods with your hands huh?” Law asked, eyebrow raised, I frowned. “What made you say so?” He shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck, I could tell he always did that whenever he was nervous.
“well, I read somewhere that most Africans eat with their hands, I'm sorry I just assumed you do too I mean--since you're from Jamaica and it's a black country--" I waved him off and smiled to ease him. It was fun at first when we started talking but now he was beginning to irritate me, doesn't he have any table manners?

“Nah, it's fine. You're right some africans do but 'we' don't. And Jamaica isn’t a African country, it’s located in the Caribbean. Not all black people come from Africa.” I internally prayed that he would shut up but I guess some prayers never reach God because he looked more serious and opened his mouth yet again. God why?!

“Do you know some countries that do? I mean-- eating with your it's disgusting no?” he scoffed and touched his food for the first time, from the tone he used I could tell he expected me to agree with him. Reaching for the napkin, I gently pressed it to my mouth all the while glaring at his thick bleached mane of hair.

“No it's not, it's part of their culture; who they are. And it's not like they don't wash their hands before they dip it in the food, they do. You'd understand better if you see the kind of foods they eat, I bet you'd abandon any cutlery if you had to eat that." It took all in me not to throw little snide comments at him. Nobody dares insult or demean anyone black in front of me.

“I still don't think it's nice to eat with your hands," he shrugged, throwing her a smirk. "But if you think it's okay then it is.” If he noticed the glare he didn't act like it and we continued eating in silence; that is, till someone cleared their throat, pulling my attention from the food once again not again, devil.

Glancing up, I gasped loudly which pulled the attention of the guy, who was glaring at Lawrence. He was the same guy from the restaurant who sat with Anna and her friend. The one with ruffled brown curls and sapphire eyes. Our eyes met and he gave a flicker of recognition. I hadn’t noticed it the first time I saw him, probably because I was lashing out at Anna, but he was incredibly stunning and extremely tall. His features were patiently sculpted by the gods. I shamelessly stared up at the model before me. For a moment he gazed in my eyes, and then he drew a deep breath. When Lawrence asked what he wanted, his jaw tightened and his eyes flashed with rage.

“Sending Natalie stupid flowers and love notes what are you? A kindergarten student? Why don't you leave her alone? She's told you several times she doesn't want you so stop forcing yourself on her! At least develop some brain and walk away for the first time in your life!” Almost everyone in the restaurant was staring blatantly at our table, I had to bite my lips to keep from barking at them; don't they ever mind their business?

“What? Did she come to report me?" He scoffed. “If she didn't want it then she'd have come to shove it in my face so no! You're pained 'cause I'm always one step ahead of you.” Then he stuck his tongue out at the curly head guy whose scowl forced a laugh out of my throat. I quickly concealed it with a cough but who did that deceive? Lawrence was looking smug he forced a laugh out of me while the guy directed a lesser scowl my way.

"I see you've got another bitch to keep you occupied while you go around looking for ways to please someone who don't have any interest in you,” he made a mistake of saying. Haha looks like someone wants a whip from my tongue.

“I'm not a bitch,” I appeared nonchalant as I picked at my nails, “i'm just a woman with a backbone which whoever 'Natalie' is lack, she couldn't even stand up for herself and made you do it." I snickered and threw him my evilest smirk, "What are you? Her puppet?"

Standing up with as much grace as I could, I gave Lawrence a bow, “it was nice eating with you, I suppose you're paying for the food," and without waiting for a reply I walked out on them. “Of course, you are!”

I hadn't even walked out of the restaurant when someone grabbed my elbow and spun me. I internally panicked when I saw who it was, why didn't I just keep my mouth shut? Who knows if he was some rich folks child with attitude problem and anger issues.

“What?” I managed to squeak out then watched as he shifted from foot to foot, looking sheepish. Was he nervous? My fast beating heart calmed when I noticed that he looked nervous himself, my curiosity spiked.

“I'm sorry I called you that, you did nothing to me I was wrong to take out my anger on you,” I gaped at him, was this guy for real? I wasn't one who rejected apologies so I just shrugged.

"It's okay, I thought you wanted to revenge your girlfriend." I found myself angry at the thought that he was Anna's boyfriend, she didn't deserve him but then again he was surely that Natalie's boyfriend.

He blinked severally, confused. "I meant Anna," Then he scoffed, I almost grinned. This guy was definitely making my day, the reaction was everything to me after all my enemy's enemy is my friend is it not? I wondered why they'd sat together if they weren't friends but then again maybe I was wrong.

"Nah, To be honest I was aiming to be friends with her or even something more but what she did kinda put me off, I mean who wants to have a black heartened girl as their own?" We both chuckled at that. He had an habit of touching his hair I could tell and with his straight nose and perfectly sculpted jaw he was a definitely a looker. He had a swimmer build, wearing a tight black jeans which showed off his thin legs, a maroon shirt and black leather jacket. He was more of the model type than the biker type.

“I'm Axel," stretching out his hand which I took with a smile.

"Roseline."

And that was the beginning of their happily ever after.

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