chapter Eight

CELESTIA’S POINT OF VIEW

Thomas had just told me he reserved the whole restaurant just for us.

“What do you mean you reserved the whole restaurant?” I asked in shock.

“I told you I cherish my privacy earlier. I do not want people prying into who I brought on a date with me is or would you like it if the paparazzi puts your face everywhere on the internet just because of a lunch date with me?” He asked with one of his eyebrows raised almost sounding rhetorical.

I shook my head and looked down feeling a little shy.

“So tell me about yourself.” He sat back and straightened his posture as if he was ready to not miss a single word I was going to say.

The waiter brought us two cups of juice in a tray and placed one each before us.

“Your order would soon be ready.” He said looking at us both then bowed and left with the tray he brought them with.

I nervously took a sip but Thomas did not touch his cup but watched me the whole time.

“ugh… ugh…” I cleared my throat.

“Well, there is not much t