We had only been away from each other for twenty minutes.

"Yuck!" I blurted out, smiling to myself knowing she could not see it.

It was not that I did not believe in and want the white picket fence happily ever after. I just did not believe that was possible with a guy from high school.

Teenage relationships were nothing but fickle. Rarely any lasted.

"He has a friend." Lana's voice lowered as she informed me "So you will not be a third wheel. I promise."

I groaned and agreed before I hung up on her.

My walk to go and meet her was intentionally slow. My pace was somewhere in between one of a snail and an old lady walking to the bingo.

A few minutes later and I was in front of the ice cream place. Along with the overall theme of the pier, the building was lit up like a Christmas tree. The place gave off an eighty’s diner look with the bright interior and neon lights.

I eyed the decor through the big windows while I pushed open the door to the rectangular building.

The bright red booths of the place were almost empty. Only two tables were occupied and one of them was by a man that looked freakishly like Danny DeVito.

I spotted the back of Lana's blonde hair at a four-seater table in the middle of the room. The back of her head faced me. She looked too engrossed in the conversation with the guy opposite her to notice that I had arrived.

I assumed that the one she was talking to was the guy she was interested in. I could see exactly why she took in an interest in him.

He was extremely good looking with dark skin and dark hair that was cropped short into a buzz-cut. He was wearing a turquoise short-sleeved shirt that showed off his impressive arm muscles and his significantly sized chest. The mixture of his blue shirt and his supermodel-worthy face radiated an exotic vibe like he spent all day on the beach surfing.

I tore my attention away from Lana's guy and peered at the other male at the table.

I stopped moving because he was a whole other level of hot.

Against the bright eccentric lights of the place, he stood out with a dark domineering presence. His pitch-black hair and his leather jacket made him look like someone found in a motorcycle gang. A start of a tattoo was visible where his neck met his chest, but his plain black shirt stopped me from seeing any more.

This man had the meanest and grouchiest face I had ever seen in my life, but he was stunning. So stunning that it was hard to assign a word to his darkly ethereal looks. He was not beautiful in a traditional way but there was something about his dark eyes and his rough facial features that made my heart start beating rapidly.

Even with a terrifying scowl on his face, he was by far the most attractive man I had ever seen.