Fallen (Fallen 1)

He laughed. “Probably not.”

I dug around in my purse for my wallet this time. I found it at the bottom and pulled it out. When I looked back up Jonathon was giving me a funny look.

“What? Is there something on my face?”

“No principessa. Put your wallet away.”

“Why?”

“Because I’ll buy your coffee.”

“Jonathon I don’t expect you to buy me everything.”

“I know you don’t.” He said putting his hand on my mine. I looked in his eyes, floating in them, drowning in them. Looking into his eyes I got confused, forgetting what we had been talking about.

“Uh . . . o . . . okay.” I said putting my wallet away.

When our eye contact had been broken my thoughts began to refocus.

“You shouldn’t do that.” I stated looking into his smug face. Instantly he frowned.

“What?” He asked.

“Dazzle me to get your way. That’s not right.” He began to smile again but didn’t say anything.

I pouted. It was so unfair of him to overpower me like that. I’m useless when he does that. It’s like he hypnotizes me, or something. I crossed my arms over my chest in full sulk mode now. I held my chin out and did not look at him.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered in my ear, sounding truly regretful of his actions.

I whipped around to face him.

“You should be. It is totally and completely unfair for you to influence me like that.”

“I know. I shouldn’t have done that. But you are so defiant. I wasn’t going to talk you out of buying your coffee so using my other powers is the only thing I could do.” He whispered back.

“No, it’s not. You could let me buy it for myself. And that’s another thing; I can’t believe we’re arguing about coffee! Of all the things we could argue about.” I whispered to him.

“I don’t want you to feel like I’m not going to take care of you. . .” He said even quieter than a whisper. He looked down ashamed. I put my hand to his cheek.

“Jonathon, I know you’re going to take care of me . . . no matter what. Nobody else is. But I’m not some damsel in distress,” I said stroking his face, tracing the curvatures of his stunning jaw line.

His face brightened. “You do?”

“Yes, so stop worrying.” I said softly.

The lady in front of us finished giving her order and stepped aside. Breaking our reverie, it had seemed as if it was just the two of us, but now the sounds around me sharpened and everything came into focus.

Jonathon and I stepped up to the cashier.

“Do you still want to buy it?” He asked.

“Jonathon just go ahead, it isn’t a big deal.” I muttered. We were both so hard headed we didn’t want to give up.

The boy was about to ask us something, probably what we wanted, when he was rudely shoved away by his female co – worker.

She looked at Jonathon giving him a flirtatious smile. He did not return the smile.

The girl then looked at me. She was pretty but not beautiful. She had a soft round face framed by long straight black hair, her eyes were electric blue. She reminded me of Isaac. Her name tag read Isobel. She gave me a look that made me feel like a speck of dirt she had scraped off the bottom of her shoe. I quickly looked away, but before I did I noticed the flirtatious smile disappear.