“I am not certain I concur,” She mumbled.
The Prince snorted. “You didn’t catch a word I said, did you?”
Tristan is laughing at his joke. She should be annoyed at that because Jane was freaking out. The Prince, on the other hand, was so chill and enjoying the day as if it was really their first date. Her cheeks flushed at the thought. What was she thinking? There was no way he would date her of all people in the world. Like the world was his canvas being who he is.The bartender slid her coffee away from her. Maybe she had too much caffeine to drink to imagine such things.“Glad you're treating this with all the seriousness it deserves” She dryly said, filling the silence.“Would you rather have me curl up in a corner and sob to myself, clutching a bottle of whiskey?” Tristan raised his brow. “I mean I could, you know. I was in the drama club fo
Jane nudged her cousin, who seemed star stuck at Tristan’s presence. She couldn’t blame her for being like that. The bartender felt the same way when she met the Prince of Walsh.
As soon as their pictures walking out of the cafe are released in the press, the public goes wild. Most of them were still denial, pining for the young Prince as if he would date them. A large group of people already accepted that there’s a possibility of Jane being their new Queen. Their photos were plastered everywhere, their names trending on Twitter and photo edits going around. All in two days.
“I think I’m hungry” Jane muttered, slouching in her seat.Tristan quirked his brow, “You think?”
After their lunch, the next two days are eventful for Jane. She was asked stupid invasive questions while serving drinks to the customer. That happened before only when they were tipsy and piss drunk, but the ones who asked her were neither. She assumed they must be reporters sneaking in so that they could get an exclusive. But as Tristan was away, they followed him instead. The bartender developed sympathy for the Prince as they captured him all his way to the airport.Jane would have been annoyed by the reporters gracing the bar if she didn’t make extra tips by the end of the night. Chuck observed the whole ordeal quietly. Of course, he was not going to say anything because those customers bought money. Some of them who walked in definitely looked like they didn’t belong there and only wanted to see her work. As Jane thought it out loud, it sounded creepy. 
/Tristan’s POV/“You look like shit” That’s the first thing the Prince of Wales heard as soon as he blinked his eyes open.Tristan squinted as the harsh sunlight hit his skin, making it almost impossible for him to adjust his vision. With a groan he sat up, pushing himself against the headboard while keeping his sheets intact. He had no intention of starting his day by flashing his bare body to someone. The sound of someone clearing their throat loudly had him blink several times. Zee stood by his bed, a frown on his face. What was he doing in the Princes bedroom? “What are you doing here?”“Your Royal Highness sent me here assuming you might have woken up by now.”Tristan snorted. No way he was going to be up before eleven in the morning. He had a late-night meeting with the ambassador because of their time difference. His eyes were almost bleary and ready to give out by the time they were done. “She thought wrong.”“No, kidding!” Zee huffed.“Why do you look like shit by the way!
/Tristan POV/After Jane let go of that scarf because she was running low on cash, they moved to the nearby stall. He wanted to buy that for her instead, but he had no money, and the vendor doesn’t accept cards. The Prince was aware that he could get it for free, but Jane would never appreciate it.Tristan mentally reminded himself that he should withdraw some cash and tuck it in his back pocket for emergencies like these.They started talking about the stress of city life and how difficult it is to walk in the crowded markets. It took them more than ten minutes just to navigate to the end of one street. The Prince let out a sigh, his eyes roaming around the narrow streets and people rushing to get out. Everyone was in a hurry.
“All right, Princeling. I'm sure you are a fantastic rider, no doubt about it, but I have something important to ask.""Ask away."Jane swallowed. “Can I bail out of the party?”The bartender had no idea how she was going to keep her sanity at the party. Those people scared her. Above all, she didn’t belong in that crowd. It would be so easy just to pick her and toss out of that elite mob. That’s the only thing she kept thinking on her way back home.“No! I already told you, Jane.”She sighed, staring at the wardrobe full of clothes. The biggest problem was she didn’t have anything that would make her blend in with the crowd. Something that won’t make her an easy target.Chewing on her lips. “I am scared.”“Of what?”&ldquo