Willow's POV

Since Liam has taken Dylan this afternoon, I've taken advantage of this free time to get to Christmas shopping. So far, it was successful but I am exhausted.

"Ugh," I groan, almost succumbing to tiredness. "I need a coffee to perk up."

Deciding on the spot I enter the closest Café I can find and fit myself in the waiting line.

"Fancy seeing you here." A deep familiar voice breaks me from my sweet reverie.

"Arthur," I say in a breath.

"How are you doing?"

"I am going good. And you?"

" I'm okay. Are you sitting down?" He asks.

"Uhm, yes. I was planning to."

"Well, come sit down at my table once you're done." He flashes me with a pearly white smile, causing my heart to thunder in my chest.

"Oh, uhm, yes. Okay."

When my turn arrives, I ask the worker for a cappuccino and a slice of cheesecake.

"If I'd known you were going to ask for all that I would've waited to help you." He comments once I reach his table.

"Are you food-shaming me, Mr Adell?" I can't help de sassiness that accompanies my voice.

It makes me nervously instantly, but the smile he flashes me eases me. But just slightly.

"I am a grown-up, I can carry my food. " I joke.

" I know you're a capable woman Willow, I was just trying to be a gentleman." He chuckles awkwardly.

"Yeah well, a couple of months ago you and gentleman didn't coexist in my dictionary." I quip, trying to lighten the mood.

"Yes, about that..." His face, suddenly, grim.

"No, I was just joking. No need to apologize again it's in the past. We're over that by now." I answer with a smile.