Chapter 40 - [Bonus ]Lovers In Another Life

"One americano for him and the usual for me," I said to the waiter who smiled at me and wrote down the order.

"You came here to grab your coffee?" He asked.

"I do, it had been my favorite spot since I moved here in Manhattan," I explained.

The waiter came back with our orders and I took a few sips, I could feel the coffee drops reaching my veins and giving me a refreshing feeling.

He took some sips too and then waited for some instants as if he was taking the time to taste it.

He even looked up to think of a detailed judice on his coffee and then finally he looked back at me.

"I tried to find flaws about this coffee too but ended up not finding any. I understand now why this is your favorite place."

He said sighing and grabbed his cup with both his hands before pushing his americano closer to him as if he didn't want anyone to steal it from him.

"So you're comparing me to an americano?" I widened my eyes, "this is the weirdest compliment anyone gave me."

He laughed lightly, "I didn't want to compare you to a coffee, I just said you both had me struggle to find flaws in you."

The waiter went back to our table and introduced us to Cameron.

"I am Nathaniel, I am so glad to have you here. I didn't recognize you earlier."

I swallowed down, I didn't want to make him uncomfortable but despite my concern, he didn't seem surprised by the waiter recognizing him.

Cameron shook his hand and smiled at him, "nice to meet you. I just was telling Lily that the coffee is great."

"I am happy you liked the coffee, do you want something else?" The waiter asked, I was still holding my breath afraid that when the waiter would walk away Cameron would get mad at me.

"Can I have a slice of a cake? and get one for her too." He said and the waiter looked so happy when he turned around to walk back to the kitchen.

"I am sorry I didn't know they would recognize you," I said, trying to decipher his gaze and find out if he was mad at me.

He rested his hand on my knee and squeezed it, "it's fine. I have to deal with this daily."

"Oh…" I was surprised, I didn't expect him to be so calm, maybe he was used to being seen around with different girls and I was just one of many others?

The waiter placed the cakes on our table and then whispered "it's on the house." Before he offered us the biggest smile and went back to serve the other tables.

"Which one do you want?" He asked, one of the cakes was yellow and the other one was brown so I deduced those were chocolate and lemon cakes.

I gestured to point at the chocolate one and cut a bite of it with the fork. I ate it, "delicious!" I exclaimed, then I took another piece, I leaned the fork closer to his mouth and he smiled as he opened his mouth. He took the bite and commented with a loud "mhmm" to make me deduce he was appreciating the cake just like I did.

"We can taste the lemon one," he said swallowing down and stealing the fork from my hand. He cut two little pieces and then grabbed one with the fork.

"Ready?" He asked. I closed my mouth to fully enjoy and focus on the taste of the cake, when he leaned the fork closer he whispered "open" And I did what he asked, opening my mouth and allowing him to feed me.

The lemon one was so soft that it melted as soon as it touched my tongue, the taste was delicate yet strong. the lemon taste of it was soft yet decisive and I immediately regretted having never ordered the cake.

When I opened my mouth I rolled my eyes in pleasure at that amazing taste, "this is probably the best cake I ever had. No doubt." I exclaimed excitedly.

He took one bite himself and his expression switched to one very similar to mine, then his eyes widened and he took another bite of it.

I laughed but then complained, "give me one too." I said.

When he fed me another bite I stopped to smile like an idiot to admire how sweet our moment was.

The cord between our hearts was there, waiting for us to finally make a move, I felt like we had knew each other for a long time. I usually never give anyone the chance to get this close to me but with him it was almost aumatic as if we had been lovers in another life.

"Why are we so happy together?" The words slipped out of my mouth unconsciously and before I realized it the silence fell on the table and the only noise I heard was the metal of the fork hitting the place when he let it down.

The distress grew on my chest, maybe I shouldn't have ruined the moment, but I was dying to know why we worked together so well, why it was like if our heart were two pieces of the same puzzled and fitted together perfectly.