I wished that he was an ugly looking troll.

His black wardrobe only highlighted his immorally good looks. The leather jacket and the dark jeans only compliment his big burly body and added to the scary biker vibe he had going on.

I wanted to know if he ever got caught off guard when he saw the colour of his obsidian eyes.

Stone had no emotion present on his face when he grumbled "It is a Ducati."

"Wow." I exaggerated a gasp while speaking "Do you expect a round of applause or something?"

I noticed I had leant over the table. I had moved closer to meet him halfway, so I hastily rushed to sit back in my seat once I noticed our proximity.

I crossed my arms and continued to glare at him, trying to rid my brain of the thought that motorbikes were cool.

Looking at the other half of the table, I watched as the other two exchanged numbers while trying to forget the steadfast dark gaze heating up the side of my face.

"Are you not giving Stone your number?" Brennan peered up from his phone while speaking "He is feeling unusually chatty tonight."

There was only one thing to do at that moment.

I made a phone shape with my thumb and pinky finger and mouthed to Stone "You rang?"

I swore I saw the corner of his lip twitch. It was that or the neon lights of the ice cream parlour had messed with my vision.

"Did you just smile or am I seeing things?" I asked before raising my hands upwards towards the ceiling "Have we just witnessed a miracle?"

"Maybe it is just you that made me smile."

I felt my body still as the deep guttural words hit me.

Stone's jaw clenched and he stared at something else other than me while grunting "You probably put a spell on me or something, witch."

It was not the first time someone had insulted me for my appearance or for my personality. It was not even the hundredth time, and it would not be the last but I had learned to stick up for myself over the years.

I had learned to fight back.

Rolling my eyes, I rebutted "If I was a witch then I would have made you disappear already."

I was not going to easily forget his little comment about my hair. I also was not going to forget him calling me a witch.

A fierce heat travelled from the tip of my toes all the way up to where my forehead met my hair. A wave of warmth shot through and powered me.

The man opposite had managed to bring out a side of me that I did not recognise.

"At least I am wearing a little colour." I remarked before motioning with my narrowed eyes to his big hard chest "You look eviller than me with your all-black wardrobe. I think you should drop the jacket and maybe you would look a little less like a gangster."