''Let me start?'' He raises an eyebrow, somehow excited to start playing this little game I managed to create in a short amount of time.
I nod my head, waiting for him to start. Both of his eyes start to pierce into mine as he clears his own throat, ''Do you like someone, now? Anyone . . . you maybe have a little . . . crush?'' He asks, smiling.
''Well . . . maybe. I'm not sure if I like him but I'm starting to feel a little, something, something when he's around.'' I reply, with full honesty but slightly hinting it; he didn't ask me who and he's never going to get it.
''I assume he's a lucky man?'' He chuckles.
''The luckiest,'' I grin. ''Now, it's my turn to start asking you. Everyone has a weakness. My weakness appears to be near any good pastries. What about you?'' I ask, wanting to make sure that I can tease him about it or even fool around, that's my technic.
He runs his fingers through his hair, ''This is kind of embarrassing but I can't ride a bicycle,'' He looks away, his voice low and almost inaudible which surprises me as soon as he spoke the words. I mean, there are a lot of people who doesn't know how to ride a bicycle but . . . Aidan is like the perfect catch with no fear or weaknesses at all but I guess I'm wrong.
''You can't ride a bicycle?'' I start to laugh.
''You say it as if it's a bad thing!'' He exclaims as I sit up straight, laughing at the fact that he can't ride a bicycle; something simple and basic. Also something that we learn when we were kids but unfortunately, he didn't have that opportunity.
''No, no, no. Don't get me wrong, Aidan but, look at you. You're Aidan Ashton, you're the youngest and most successful CEO. Your name and your pictures are in Forbes Magazine . . . but you can't ride a bike. You can cook, you can swim, you can write and you can do Calculus as you read about Business and Management but . . . riding a bike?! You've got to be kidding me,'' I shake my head a few times, wanting to make sure that he's not joking.
''Father didn't have a chance to teach me. He taught Alain but he didn't teach me. Neither did he taught Mia,'' He mutters. ''Alain was the one who taught Mia how to ride a bike when father was and is always busy with his career, rarely there for his own family who would always wonder,'' He adds.
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