Professor F novel Chapter 55

August rolled her eyes and sighed, trying to calm her nerves. "Can we get started? I can only give you an hour today since I'll be starting my shift at four."

His lips twisted into a smile. "I see you don't want to talk about it." He crossed his arms on the table and leaned closer. "Hmm. I don't think you're single. It's impossible for a face like that to not have a boyfriend."

"Can you stop? Or I'd cancel your tutoring—"

"Lavender white mocha and 2-day cold brewed coffee for Pierre!" The barista called out on the claim counter.

"Oops! That's us!" He slides out of the couch and walked towards the claim counter and she can't deny the fact that Pierre attracts anyone's attention.

Just like Flynn. But this guy's too accommodating.

He walks confidently with his bad-boyish image and the people inside the coffee shop would look at him, almost gawking.

He's walking back to their table when a blonde girl wearing a short denim skirt, white crop top and white rubber shoes approached him and gave him a piece of paper. She saw how Pierre flashed his gorgeous smile and took the piece of paper in his hand while she blushed in her seat, witnessing how he flirts with the girl.

The guy is a charmer!

The girl seemed satisfied when Pierre handed her a piece of flyer from his back pocket. The girl went back to her seat and was grinning as she looked at the flyer.

She pretended to read on her own books until he gets back and placed the tray of drinks on their table. "Sorry for the delay. Here's your lavender white mocha. That's my sister's favorite, by the way."

She didn't know they have that kind of drink available to serve. She just cleans table so she's not really familiar with the drinks their baristas make.

She said thanks to him and took a sip from the cup, curious of Gail's favorite coffee's taste. And she must admit Gail's taste is pretty good.

"Are we just gonna start without knowing each other first?"

"I already know the information I need." She explained.

"You wouldn't even ask why I'm asking for your help on those subjects?"

"Because you're bad in Math?"

"Geez! That's starting to hurt my feelings. I'm not stupid or something—"

"Just sleepy then?" She interrupted.

He smiled widely. "Besides that, I wanna master the art of of patterns."

She nodded. "I know. Math is patterns. Music is also patterns made in sound."

Pierre was amazed as he looked at her. "Cool! You know that?"

"Of course."

"Do you love music?"

"Of course."

"Can you give me a different answer other than Of course? Like say something about yourself why you love music."

"Look—" She placed her hand in front of Pierre. "I'm here to tutor and we—" She points at him and herself alternately. "We are not doing this. You're paying me for the hour and we're not wasting our time knowing each other—"

"I'd pay for the additional hours." He winked.

She blushed and sips on her cup of coffee while looking away. She cleared her throat to calm her nerves. She can't help remembering Flynn with his accent!