95 Baby Boy (2/2)

”You can stop lying now cuz I'm not buying it,” Regan turned away, pulling apart the wrapping paper on the straw for her drink and taking a sip of her orange juice.

”Exc- You're 18 right? Just turned 18 anyways,” Antonin asked.

”Yes? Why?” Regan raised her eye-brows and eyed Antonin, ”you're not asking to check if I'm-”

”NONONONO!!!” Antonin shrieked, bowing his head as he waved his hands frantically in Regan's face.

Regan bit back a chuckle. 'So he's not that innocent now is he?' she thought to herself.

”I-I was just asking because I'm 19! One year older than you hehe,” Antonin giggled proudly.

”19? You're really flexing a 1-year gap? Do you really think that childishly?” Regan murmured through sips of her orange juice.

”Childish?! I am an adult man! Don't call me childish,” Antonin yelled, crossing his arms in a fit.

”Yea, yea, baby boy,” Rega teased, a smug smile accompanying her smart remarks.

Antonin frowned, the brightness in his eyes dismissing immediately. ”Don't call me that either.”

”Baby boy?” Regan muttered purposefully.

”Yea, don't say it again,” Antonin warned.

”Why? Is baby boy such a bad thing to call you? It's just a little teasing so why should baby boy bother you since you do seem like a baby boy to me, baby boy, so I don't really know why you'd be so worried over not wanting to be called baby boy-” Regan started, making sure that in each second the word 'baby boy' was mentioned.

”Hey,” Antonin called out. He lifted his body up slightly and leaned over the table, stopping a few inches in front of Regan's face. ”Stop it,” he commanded.

Regan flinched, always retracting from his sudden advance, but she wasn't the same as before and she didn't have anything to lose now.

”Baby boy,” Regan muttered.

Antonin leaned in closer. ”Stop it.”

”Or what? What will you do?” Regan spat, keeping eye contact with Antonin. She didn't know what was going on but she wasn't one to hesitate.

Antonin's eyes wandered down to her lips again before he turned away and sat back down. ”Please refrain from calling me that. It's a bit triggering.”

'Oh…' Regan thought to herself, the lingering scent of baby powder from Antonin lingered in the air. It took a second for her to realize he had sat back down. Her eyes dropped down to him, a smile forming on her lips.

”Why?” she asked, leaning forward with curiosity.

”Hmm,” Atoin muttered, he looked up at Regan and a light breeze ran down her spine. His gaze was dazed, like he was looking at her but not completely focused on the conversation, his mind was somewhere else but it was about Regan. Something about the look his eyes gave her was a bit threatening, but she had seen worse, she had been around worse for months now.

She couldn't lie though. Whatever change his curious owl-eyes went through was intriguing. She wanted to see it again.

Antonin grinned, ”Some things should be left unsaid.” With that, the change in his eyes was gone and he went back to his bubbly smile. ”I doubt you would give me any details about you if I asked.”

Regan stared for a moment, sifting through his eyes before giving up. ”Point made,” she nodded.

They sat in silence for a moment. One curious and the other on standby, their roles were reversed.

”You're 19 right?” Regan asked.

”Hmm,” Antonin nodded.

Regan eyed him for a second, considering her next sentence. Although she ruled it as inappropriate, she still asked, ”Then why are you here?”

His smile disappeared.