CH. 3

                                    

                                          
That night, I decided to have dinner in this pizza restaurant and ordered a plate of pasta with a bottle of beer. The restaurant had a very calming ambiance with golden yellow walls, maroon flooring and a few paintings hanging and a very Italian atmosphere. The foods were really tasty and it made me feel as if I was taken to Italy while eating it as the restaurant was filled with an Italian song in the background.
The entire day, I spent most of my time on my socials and staring at people who were really enjoying their time. People were talking and meeting random strangers, some were sunbathing and enjoying their time with a few of their friends and there were people who surfed and caught some waves while complimenting each other. Women were flirting to a few good looking men while I was just staring at everything that was going on around me but I was guarded and had my walls up since I think I couldn't trust anyone else after Charles.
"There are 195 countries in the world."
I flinched when I found Harry standing next to me while he was leaning forward and popped his head out over my right shoulder directly facing me. His face was too close that I can see his pores, some subtle freckles, a few elusive wrinkles, his fine hairline and a growing stubble over his pinkish plump lips. His tantalizing green eyes matches his emerald green top which has designs on it while he leaves two buttons open which I can see his chiseled chest. His eyes were so captivating that I feel completely out of words. His hair was pulled back tied in a small manbun while he smiles his dimpled smile at me. 
"I can name all 195 countries all night if you want." He adds.
"How in the world did you find me here?" I peeled my head away from him as I watch him take the seat right across me as if I allowed him to share a table with me.
"I told you, the island is small."
"Well you've said that many times already. And, you do know I am having dinner." I tell him.
"Yes, I know but you looked very lonely so I joined you." He leans over the table. "You're welcome."
He flashes me his dimpled smile again and this guy looks a little redder than earlier but it made him look a little bit more attractive than he actually is.
"Whatever mojo or charm you try to show me like how you try to magically lure those other women, it does not work on me." I leaned over the table too. "So, you should stop it."
Harry chuckles under his throat, "There's no mojo happening around here, love. I'm just naturally charming but I really appreciate the fact that you see it." He winks at me. 
I shake my head and tried to ignore him as soon as the waitress serves his order. He thanked her with his low voice and looked back at me, "You mentioned, country." He says.
I nod, "Yeah and you said Australia." I smirked.
He pulled his forefinger up, "It can be a country and a continent."
"Right." I snort as I shake my head as I take another slurp of my pasta. 
"Is your name somewhere in Asia or South America?" He asks before a taking a bite from his penne pasta. "North America?"
I bite my inner cheek, "Warmer."
Harry pops his head up while he kept the fork in his mouth before opening his lips, "Carolina."
I laughed again, "If you're forgetting it's not a country." 
Harry blinks, "It just popped inside my head out of the blue. Anyways, Brazil would be a good name for you." He wiggles his brows.
"And why?"
"Because you look so Brazil-liant." He cracks the corniest jokes I have ever heard of my entire life but I still couldn't help myself from laughing at it. He smiles at me, "I see you love my jokes."