Chapter 15: Chit Chat

He has a nice laughter. Deep and manly, even though his appearance is more like a boy. I wondered at his age, and decided to find out.

“How old are you?”

“Didn't anyone ever tell you that it is rude to ask a man his age?” His brown eyes twinkled at me letting me know that he was joking. I joked back. “I believe that is my line.”

“Does that mean that I won't be getting a number in return if I tell you mine?” He arched a thick brow at me.

I smirked at him. “I am not that old to be hiding my age.”

“Seventeen.”

“What! You look older.”

“Auch,” he hand clutched his chest as he feigned being in pain.

“I meant that as a compliment,” I tried to defend myself in a high pitch note, at the same time laughing at his exaggeration. I laughed harder when one of his brow climbed higher than the other and he said. “In what planet does telling someone that he looks older than his age sound like a compliment?”

His tone was playfully sarcastic.

“In the planet of young men. Most boys take it as a complim