~ Chapter 3 ~

Scott POV

Valeria strolled into my room. Like always, she had on her usual smirk. She looked like an award winner dressed in a perfect golden dress and slipper.

"We're you off too?" I asked her. She sat on my bed and watched me as I stuffed some things into my bag.

"I'm having dinner with dad" she groaned.

"Happy for you"

"Really? I need you to save me from spending my day with boring old people talking business. " she scoffed. "You should be the one with him"

"Good luck Val" I said and got up. I zipped my bag and headed for the door but Val caught my hand.

"Please Scott take me with you"

"Your my elder sister Val. Stop sounding whiny" I grumbled, shoving her hand away. I took quick steps down the stairs and to the living room where mom was reading a fashion magazine.

"Is your sister all set?"

"I guess..." I caught sight of Val shaking her head at me. "Um...mom!"

"Yes dear"

"Val is coming with me" I groaned. That took all my inner commotion to say.

"You know she's having dinner with your dad right?" Mom dropped her magazine tapping the seat next to me. I sat down.

"She doesn't want to go"

"Not for you to decide"

Val came down that very minute. She had changed into a comfortable jean and red top with sneakers. That's more like Val. Not wearing gowns looking like a trophy. Left for dad, Val would be married to a real estate guy by now with a kid even.

"Valerie Bentley Russo!" My mom screeched. "The chauffeur is coming to pick you up soon to be with your dad" mom got up. "Come honey, let's go and make your hair"

"No mom. I don't want to go" Val grumbled. I took this as my queue to leave but Val grabbed my hand.

"Have you told your dad dear?"

"I was hoping you'll tell him mom" Val sighed. She was always one to be scared of dad. As for me, I do as I please. Him being a senator does not affect my life in anyway. Val has to be the trophy daughter and marry some rich guy but not me.

"Alright honey, I'll tell him you couldn't make it" mom finally agreed. Val rushed to hug her so I quickly left. My work here is done.

I made my way for my Chevrolet Camaro. I was supposed to be meeting the guys at the bar for some drinks but I had other intentions. One of which kept swimming in my head all day. The blue eyed girl with raven hair that dumped my Knishes on the floor.

I know I have to see her again so I had Jack, he's a really good hacker. He got her name and location for me. she wasn't hard to find, given she was the only student granted scholarship in her department. Smart ass isn't she?

"Scott!"

I looked around to see Val running toward me. "Aren't you going to drop me off?"

"Drop you were?" I slid into my car and shut the door but she kept banging at the window. Fuck! I took the glass down. "What the fuck Val! I got you out of there isn't that enough?"

"Nope. Just drop me at the boutique I'll find my way back home" she cornered the car and took the seat next to me. "Step on it baby brother" she clicked her tongue making me sigh. Annoying little muffin. I revved out of the Russo Estate.  I have 3 hours and fifty minutes to get back to New York. This is the second reason why I never visit home.

*****

Seating in my car, I stared at the fancy Perry Cafe waiting for her to come out. It was getting dark already, does she leave there? I kicked my hand against the wheel before stepping out of my car. A little boy in a bicycle rode pass me almost knocking me down. My inner self wanted to pull him by the shirt and scold him but he wasn't my problem right now.

I marched to the cafe and stepped in. A little bell rung above me. The cafe was dim lighted and I must say, not bad. It looked romantic in some kind of way which creeped the hell out of me. Not really my kind of place.

I spotted a black haired girl with an apron on. She was backing me and talking to a blonde so I decided to walk up there.

"Excuse me" I interrupted their discussion and earned a cold stare from the black haired girl. Yes! That was she. Her brows shot up in confusion.

"Good evening" I greeted the blonde and she smiled at me before stalking off.

"What are you doing here"

"you work here?" I asked her and she placed her hands on her hips.

"It's rude to reply a question with a question" she scolded. I would've swore and walked away but she looked cute with her hands on her hips scolding me.

"Your question seemed rhetorical" I blinked making her groan out loud.

"Argh! What do you want" she picked up a tray filling it with mugs of espresso.

"You owe me Knishes " I shrugged stuffing my hands in my jacket. She flung her hair to her back so it would stop returning to her face.

"Well, order and I'll get you one" she wasn't even looking at me. I frowned.

"I..." before I could finish my statement, she started the espresso machine letting the sound shut me up. What a little nerve. She looked at me and smiled apologetically before storming off. And a little tease.

I went to find me a seat and sat down. I watched as she moved round the cafe serving others except me. I raised my hand to get her attention but she brushed past me so I grabbed her apron letting it come loose. It wasn't the nicest thing to do but at least now, I got her attention.

She looked at me as if ready to release all the storm in her and I readied myself for her next move.