Your food arrived, and you both dove right in, fulfilling your appetites. There was less conversation between you two now that the food was in front of you, but you two would still make light conversations here or there.

“Oh my god…” she said softly, looking behind you.

“What?”

“That guy--don’t turn around! What are you crazy?!” Nessa whispered as you were about to turn around so obviously. “There’s a cute guy right behind you,” she claimed. “Now, don’t make it so fucking obvious, will you?” You rolled your eyes, trying to figure out a way to turn around in your chair.

Your eyes lit up like a lightbulb as you had an idea. Your purse was hanging off the back of your chair, and you were trying to slip it off with your elbow. Successfully, you pushed your purse off, making it land behind your chair. Nessa chuckled, giving you a nod of approval, but you just missed her eyes widening as you turned around to pick up your purse.

Just as you turned around in your chair, an unknown man stood over you, and you looked up. You froze in your seat, simply speechless as you looked at him. He was very much attractive, maybe too much for your own good. He had long curly hair, green eyes that pierced through you, and the smirk of the devil. If this is what hell looked like, sign me the fuck up, you thought.

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