We were going through the way.

"Tell me about your friends" he broke the comfortable silence.

"Well we were all rebels in fact we still are"

"Some pictures?" he asks.

"Yeah but there are some stuff you won't like" I answer honestly.

"Bring it on" he chuckled.

I opened my phone and went to the gallery and swiped up some photos and occasionally showed him the pictures.

I had more male friends than female. I think communicating with a boy is easier than a girl. Girl's can be fake but I don't think it is easy for a guy to be fake.

"More guys than girl" he raised a brow.

"Yep. All Greek Gods" I grinned.

"Let's play twenty one questions" I suddenly cry out.

"Oh no I'm not playing" he rolled his eyes.

"Why? You have some grave secrets? Your secrets are safe with meee" I giggle.

"Ok we are here. And yes everyone has their secrets" 

"Fine I won't tell anything more about myself too" I fold my hands on my chest.

"You will" he smirked.

We stopped in front of a store named Jack's.

I stared at the sign board and Arlo ducks out of the seat and comes over my side to open my door.

"Is a good place" he said, as he saw me gazing at he shop.

We get inside, he takes a trolley and we move through the aisles one by one, occasionally throwing products in the trolley.

"I thought coffee doesn't need marshmallows" he observed.

"Just shut up and pay" I snapped.

"Okay jeez" he scrunched his face up.

No wonder why people go all bowing at the name of Arlo Ricardo.

He payed the bill and the cashier smiled at us.

We went out and stuffed the goods in the back seat.

"So? Done?" he asked turning to face me.

"Soyez mon guide et donnez-moi une visite de la 'Big Apple' voulez-vous?" I slip my tongue back to french. A language I know by heart.

(Translation-Be my guide and give me a tour of the 'Big Apple' will you?)

"Serez-vous plus précis ?" he tunes along.

(Translation-Will you be more specific?)

"Je veux regarder autour de Times Square" I become more 'specific'.

(Translation-I want to look around Times Square)

"Très bien" he answered before sliding into the driver's seat and strapping the seat belt around. I follow the suit.

(Translation- very well)

We look around the stores and buildings. I never thought a city could be so busy and alive. But the 'Big Apple' proved me wrong. This city screamed life and oozed out fun.

1 hour later.

We were sitting in a cafe. We both were tired. He really did give me a nice tour.

The cafe was small and quiet even though the tables were almost full. We sat in a corner.

Arlo typed something in his phone while I looked around.

We were eating burger and french fries.

"Um Aurelie, if someone joins us today, evening will that be a problem?"

"No. But who is it?" I ask.

"Angela, my assistant will be coming. We have some stuff to discuss, she's more like a friend than employee" he explained.

"Sure she can come" I smiled.

"Um can you just wait here while I go to the barista to ask a thing?" I ask.

"Uh yes but call me immediately if needed" he warns.

Oh so protective.

I stand up and move forward towards the counter lost in my thought when I suddenly bump into something, or rather someone. A tall guy.

"Ouch! Non riesci a vedere dove stai andando?merda" I hurled out.

(Translation-Ouch! Can't you see where you're going?You shit)

What is it with me? Whenever I'm angry I cuss out in Italian. 

But then I realized I was busy thinking!

'Shit! Look before you leap Aurelie!' I mentally face palm. I was the one, who was to blame here and still I blamed the guy.

"Uh so sorry. Didn't mean to bump on ya" he says somewhat nervous.

He's got a nice voice. I look up at his face to see striking features assemble into one handsome face. He has glasses like Harry Potter, but Cedric Diggory's description would be fit for him. He had a typical American-ness about him. The free spirited, flirty type.

"Oh it's all right. It was my fault" I apologize.

"Oh it's okay. By the way I'm Liam, Liam Emerson" he put his hand forward.

"Aurelie Newfeld" I shook his hands.

"Are you wait! you're Simon Newfeld's daughter?" his eyes were all wide now.

"Um let's not talk about parents" I smile shyly.

Why am I shy? Fuck! I'm being recognized by my father's fame! I hate that, but I do love my father though.

"You came from Paris?" he asked.

"Yeah" I fiddle with a loose strand on my hair.

"Can I have your number?" he asked, somewhat nervous.

Two guys asked me out within a week!

"Sure" he handed me the phone and I typed my number.

"Thanks" he said before winking and strolling towards the exit.

I didn't get a chance to talk with the barista as Arlo came and stood behind me.

"Are you done? We can return" he asked.

"Yup" we both went towards the exit and 

We sat in the car in silence as he drove us back home.

Maybe this Liam guy will text me.

So? A new guy asked our girl out!

The pictures Aurelie showed Arlo (of her friends)

The cafe

Angela Bries (Arlo's assistant)

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