Page 10 of Lilah

"I know you!" I turn my attention to the guy at my side. My eyes widen slightly as I take in his appearance in the light of day.

Heistall and heismuscular. Heisgorgeous.

He's also not that older guy sitting on the bench.

His dark, deadly eyes bore into mine as I stare up at him. His eyes are black. They appear so...empty and scary.

I'd love to know why.

His dark brown hair lays floppily on his head and his long eyelashes cast a shadow over his cheekbones.

His nose is only slightly crooked, most likely a sign that it has been broken before. His light pink, plump lips catch my attention next.

The corner of his upper lip sits in a small sneer as he glares down at me, his strong jaw clenched tightly.

Standing right here in front of him, the top of my head just barely reaches hardly anything past his shoulders.

His voice sounds the same as it does last night. Wonderfully wonderful.

His eyebrows pull down and although I'm not the greatest at reading people's expressions, I can tell he has no clue who I am.

"I asked you if you wanted a milkshake late last night," I purse my lips, still smiling a little although I'm trying to keep it off my face.

He lets out a deep, quiet scoff bringing his eyes to mine.

I try not to nervously fidget as his eyes run up and down my body as he now realizes I'm the odd girl who asked a stranger to get milkshakes.

He licks the corner of his mouth before meeting my eyes once more. Why was I looking at his mouth? Because I'm odd.

He doesn't say anything, he just walks past me, slightly hitting his shoulder against my temple, nearly knocking me out for a second.

Hey, watch it. Not everyone here is as tall as you mister.

"A little bit of an 'excuse me while I pass you so that I don't knock my shoulder into your temple possibly causing you to beknocked out for point three seconds' would be a little bit more appreciated next time," I poke my temple, making sure it's not more indented than it should be.

I watch his strong, muscular back as he stops in his tracks, his black shirt nearly matching the intricate tattoo sleeve on his arm.

That's so super cool.

He turns back around and I make a 'yikes' face as he steps in front of me, looking directly down at me.

His lips part the slightest bit as he glares down at me, his eyes seemingly traveling all over my face, looking for what? I have no clue.

Maybe I've got coffee on my face. It did splash quite a bit when it fell.

"You're lucky," his deep voice rumbles quietly.

Lucky for what? Last time I checked, my caramel iced coffee was spilled all over the ground.

Actually, he's right. I'm lucky to be conscious and not knocked out.

"Your eyelashes are too long for you're own good," I reply back at him, not necessarily meaning to let my thoughts run out of my mouth.

His glare only deepens.

What a crappy way to take a compliment.

Well, it was kind of a compliment I guess. I sort of insinuated he didn't deserve those eyelashes.