Chapter 15
Chapter 15
Emma
''If we come here everyday, I'll be fat in no time.'' Emery says as he takes a bite of his food, causing me
to chuckle while I look at him—only watching him eat. It surprises me how someone can be attractive in
so many different ways? One look, he's damn attractive while staring out the window but then when he
eats, he's ten times perfect.
It surprises me how someone can be attractive in so many different ways? One look, he's damn
attractive while staring out the window but then when he eats, he's ten times perfect
''Fat or not, I'm stuck with you, either way.'' I reply, leaving him smiling down at his food before taking a
slice and handing it over to me while I slowly lean forward, making it easier for him to give me a bite.
''It seems like you're bringing me with you,''
He chuckles at my respond, ''You own a restaurant. Don't tell me you've never tried everything in the
menu and don't tell me how many calories you've earned for giving in?'' He asks by raising an eyebrow
and that's when he got me—food is my weakness. Yes, I may not look like I eat a lot but the people
who knows me better, they would understand better.
I roll my eyes at him, ''I never said I haven't,'' Then, he smiles once more after glancing up at my
direction; as he continues to eat his food while feeding me whenever he wants to.
''I want to show you New York. Well, it's not everyday that we get the chance to travel and since I'll be
living in your country, I kind of miss the things here.'' I say, causing him to look up at me as he chews
his food. As he thinks for awhile, he starts to nod, earning himself a smile from me.
After the heavy lunch that we had, we head out to the city—wanting to go to places. Let's just see this
as basics to something better; we might improve our relationship by this, who knows? We might end up
being friends or more. I want more, though.
''The most cliché place that we have to visit is the Central Park. You might have seen it in quite a lot of
movies?'' I turn to ask him, seeing that he's busy looking around but glances at my direction before
answering.
''Yeah, so we'll be going there?'' He asks.
With a nod, I quickly pull him by the hand as we quickly make our way towards the Central Park. Due to
my childish act, I hear him laughing from behind but he does not say or stop me from doing such a
thing. He keeps on encouraging me by running beside, hand in hand.
A lot of people are glancing at our direction but they might see us as crazy freaks who really have
nothing to do in the morning. People here, they don't bother much so that's why I don't have to worry
about getting noticed. Well, the media might have pictures of us but as long as they stay out of it and
as long as the people here doesn't bother us, we'll be fine. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .
Getting to know each other. That's step number one. I don't want the press to ruin it for us; we want a
moment to ourselves and being disturbed by the press is very, worth smacking them. Step number
two? I haven't figured that out yet but probably getting close to each other. If that's not too quick,
whatsoever.
Once we've arrived at the Central Park, we come face to face with the amount of people, walking
around with smiles on their faces but mostly with phones in their hands; of course. This is the twentieth
century, what do I expect? People communicating through birds? I thought.
''So, what do we do here?'' Emery turns towards me.
''We walk,'' I answer, leaving him frowning as I grab onto his hand once more—realising that we're now
walking side by side, looking like a regular couple with our hands entwined. Emery doesn't mind much
that we're holding hands, probably, because we said that we'll give it a go.
Theres nothing to say, honestly. It's like we're having a conversation but words aren't really necessary.
We might be talking in our heads; we'll never know. He might be thinking about me and I might be
thinking about him—maybe we're thinking about each other. Isn't that, sweet? I guess, a little.
''Can we talk as we walk or is it against the rules?'' He asks, leaving me to laugh at his question. I nod
my head as a sign for him to ask first, fire away, as long as it doesn't involve anything stupid, then I'll
answer. His grip on my hand tightens a little bit as I try to cover up my smile.
''What's your favourite animal?'' He asks.
I roll my eyes, ''Really? That's all you got?'' I ask him and he chuckles, shaking his head; to show that
he's out of ideas, he'll just ask anything he wants but it'll be cool, I'll try to answer, ''Lion.'' I reply.
''What a coincidence, I think not. Did you Google about me in order to find out my favourite animal so
that we can match?'' He leans in a little and I laugh which causes him to laugh back. He's such a
teaser.
''No, I really like lions. By the way, isn't Emery a greyish-black form of corundum?'' I raise an eyebrow
and he sighs, rolling his eyes; he probably have had this kind of question before but I don't blame him.
Yet, his name sounds perfect. It matches him in a way that I think it wouldn't.
''Tell me something I don't know,'' He smirks.
We both laugh before he continues to speak, ''Look, I've looked up my name a few times when I was a
kid so I pretty much know the meaning. At least it isn't as awful as Arthur or France. Why would anyone
name their kid over a country? A country that I don't even own,'' He says and I smile at him, seeing
how he's slightly annoyed. Somehow, I've completely forgotten about his accent; since I've heard him
talk a lot recently.
''France and Arthur isn't an awful name but I like Emery a lot better. It suits you, someway.'' I shrug.
His brown eyes are looking at me, piercing deep into my eyes but I don't mind because I want to see
something in his eyes; I want to know that, there's at least something for me. Even a little.
''Thank you,'' He mutters.
I look down at his hand and I see that I never really notice him wearing the wedding band. My lips
curve up into a smile; knowing that whenever people see him, especially women, they'll come to see
his ring. Even though, yes, the world knows we're married but in some way, it feels good to see him
wearing the wedding band. It will constantly remind him that he's married. I might sound like a complete
freak right now but I don't know, maybe I am a freak.
We continue to walk and walk but something manage to catch my attention. A little boy is currently
laughing with his mother and father; seeing that they are having a great time together. He has a wide
smile on his face—as a sign that he's happy. When I glance up at the parents, they seem utterly happy
too. Not only because of their boy but because of themselves.
My heart warms at the sight.
It continues to warm up when the father picks up his son and kiss his cheek, long and lovingly. Without
me realising, I am already smiling; not realising how this kind of thing can affect me so much.
''Are you even listening?'' Emery asks.
I turn to look at him, slightly confused. As my eyebrows furrow, ''I'm sorry, what were you saying?'' I ask
and he rolls his eyes, muttering 'never mind'.
We enjoy our little walk at the Central Park and I can tell that Emery has come to like New York, a little
bit more after what happened last night. My cheeks will always heat up whenever I remind the scene in
my head because I know what he really meant.
The view, it was me.
''Where do we go next?'' He asks, looking down at me.
''Well, we can go to the Top of The Rock Observation Deck. Do you want to?'' I ask, with a smile
appearing on my lips as I look up at his face. When I look around, I see that a few women are staring at
him as he looks back at me; not really understanding why I'm busy eyeing places. I know, Emery's hot
but I don't like it when they stare; I'm not being possessive or anything, I just feel uncomfortable.
Before he can say respond, I already pull him by the hand, causing him to move forward as we make
our way towards the cab—saying our destination.
As soon as we arrive up high at the top, I am surprised to see Emery looking around with a smile on his
face but then when I make my way towards the glasses, he starts to eye me from behind; his eyes
showing something when I turn around to look at him. Is it awe? Is it something different? It's definitely
something.
''What? Is there something on my—''
To my surprise, he cups onto my face before quickly meeting his lips with mine. My eyes widen at the
sudden contact but he continues to kiss me, waiting for my respond. As a smile creep up my face, I
quickly respond back to the kiss. He does a few things in surprise. I find it cute. I find it attractive.
As soon as he breaks the kiss, I see him looking down at my redden lips for a few seconds before
looking back into my eyes, ''Is there really something on—''
He cuts me off by kissing me but he takes a few seconds to say, ''Shut up,'' before leaning in to kiss me
again, giving butterflies in my stomach. My heart won't stop beating fast, especially due to his hand on
my face and his body, extremely close to mine.
If bringing him to places where they'll be a view in order to get kissed, then I'll bring him all day.
We break the kiss once more, not continuing any further due to being in public but he can't seem to
remove his hands away from my skin, ''Keep taking me to places like this but at the end of the day, I'll
be saying that you're the only view I see.'' He mutters.
His words left me speechless.
''You're a smooth motherfucker,'' I breathe.
He smirks, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear before pecking on the tip of my nose which causes
me to blush immediately. Look, I expect improvements but this is a hell lot of improvements.
On our way home, I manage to catch a glimpse of Emery looking at my direction for a few seconds but
I act like I don't even know what's going on. We take the cab home and we don't even utter a single
word because I don't know, things are getting awkward than we expect but I try to let it slide. Awkward.
''You know what, are you hungry?'' I ask.
Emery looks at me, ''Why? Is there like—''
''I'm craving Chinese.'