CHAPTER 053: EMILY

Mat had parked just outside the café, and he was leaning against the car fiddling with his phone until he saw me. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and a grey jumper, the sleeves were rolled up, and I might have drooled. God, why were men's forearms such a big turn on for me? I couldn't be the only one who thought so.

He tried to hide his laugh behind a cough when he first saw me come out of the café in my uniform. I should've definitely asked him to pick me up at my apartment instead.

"The dress is awful, you can admit it," I said when we got inside the car.

"Okay, it might not be the best outfit out there, but you would look good in anything, even bird poop," he stated.

I laughed, "Bird poop?"

"It was the first thing I could think of!" he chuckled.

Mat was the one I felt more relaxed with out of the three of them. There was just something about his personality that spoke to mine. We could talk about silly things and have a good laugh. Then again, the other guys had something else t