Skylar's pov (continuation)

I quickly lock the door, rushing after Grayson with my heels still on.

And trust me it isn't really as easy as it sounds.

It feels like walking on a glass box.

"Hey, wait up." I groan, wrapping my fur coat around me.

"You should have just taken that off and put on something more comfortable." He scowls at me, referring to my heels.

Maybe I should have done that. 

"Well you where the one who told me to work on the heels, I have to at least get use to them." I pout, stretching my legs out.

My ankles are starting to hurt, I don't know how long I can take this any more.

"I doesn't mean you have to wear it everywhere." He hold his arm out to me, and I grab on it to stabilise myself.

It kinda helps putting my weight on him.

I take in the cool night breeze, the sound of my heels are the only source of noise. "Do you really think I can do this." I advert my stare to the ground. "Is it even possible."

"Only you can answer that question." He reply, pocketing his hand. "We are here."

I look up to the light coming from a small restaurant.

Good, am really starting to feel really hungry.

We take a seat by a table near the small window, and the waiter walks to my table.

"What can I help you with." He asks, mainly directed to me.

He has a blond hair, with brown eye, with a well modeled chin to match.

He sure looks handsome.

"Uhmmm...."

"Some fried macaroni for two please, with some extra beef and vegetables." Grayson says, reading through the menu I haven't yet noticed until now.

"Be right back." The handsome waiter smile, then makes his way back to the counter.

"Don't show how much he affects you." Grayson states wiggling the menu in my face. "It gives him an upper hand. Stay cool, plus think before talking. If it helps count to three in your head before doing anything."

"Roger that teacher." I give him a thumbs up.

Don't give out your emotions and stay cool.

another lesson for the day.

I will make that Grayson's rule number 18.

The handsome waiter arrives with our orders, placing them on the table, his eyes lingering on me for a little longer before he left.

"He got his eyes on you." Grayson wiggles his brow.

"you think." I bit on my lips to hid the smile threatening to take over my lips.

"Don't tell me you didn't noticed. But he isn't really that bad." Grayson shrugs.

"He seems more handsome than most people I know." I tease.

"Who."

"I don't know." I say with a smile.

He glares at me before speaking again. "Mia is going shopping tomorrow, she asked if you'd like to go with her."

Shopping tomorrow. For real I don't really remember when last I went shopping.

Although I have a thousand dozens of dresses I haven't even tried on yet.

Grayson rule number sixteen *never say no to shopping*

Like he quoted. 'The more clothes the merrier.*

"Why, not." I reply. "At what time."

"Let's just day for the whole of tomorrow, don't worry am sure you will enjoy it." He push his plate forward. "Done eating."

I nod, pushing my chair backward then stand up.

My stomach feels like its about to burst open. This is the most food I have eaten in days.

Wait, I didn't bring my purse.

"i will pay for the food." Grayson purpose, like he had read my mind. "You can take it out from the rent."

That I will do.

Paying the tip, I was about to head for the door when a voice stops me.

"Hey." The handsome waiter calls.

"Hey." I turn to face him, after counting to three.

"So, I just wanted to ask if I can have your number please." He says, scratching the back of his neck.

"Maybe next time." I smile, when what I really want to say is. 'Yes please.'

Grayson rule number nine. *never act cheap.*

"Okay then, see you next time." He smile back.

"What was that about." Grayson asks as I step out of the shop.

"He asked for my number."

"And....." He trails off.

"I actually told him next time." I reply. "What you really thought I was really going to give him the number." I roll my eyes at his amused expression.

"Nope."

I ignore him, massaging my ankles with my hands. "Huh... My ankles hurt."

I don't think I will be able to make it to the apartment in this condition.

"Then take it off." Grayson scowl. "I was just joking." He says when I pull off the heels, hoping on one feet as I take off the other.

Placing my feet back on the cold, hard ground, I stretch my toes.

"I feel better already." I smile.

"You can't walk bare footed."

"Why, I do feel more comfortable." I snort in reply.

"You actually look identical to a mad person." He sighs. "I can't believe am walking with you right now."

"What do you mean." I glare ice daggers at him, and he chuckles.

Aiming him, I throw my right heel at him, which he easily dodges.

But that isn't the problem, shit.

It didn't hit him, but instead hit the side mirror of the car behind him.

Why do always I end up in a mess?

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