When he said, "stop!" I had think that he was calling us to a hold, so he could claim me. "You dropped this." My gaze fell on the object Within the grasps of his fingers. It was nothing but a handkerchief. How could he be silly?

"Thanks." I simpered. "But that, does not belongs to me." I added with a Cheshire cat grin. I bet he didn't see that coming. I romantically snaked my arms around the man waist flashing a flirtatious smiles. The fool was happy.

The old grumpy man who had chose me led me over to a table, he offered me a seat across him. I obliged....