Zoe's P.O.V.
I took extra care in my outfit and makeup that day due to my excitement of seeing Alfie. It took me forever to find something to wear. I kept on thinking; would Alfie like this top? Maybe I should wear this 'cause it accentuates my legs. Or would he think these trousers looked better on me? Why was I suddenly caring so much about what Alfie thought? I mean he's just a friend.
I ended up choosing a chunky beige sweater layered over a collared shirt with leggings and my dr. Martins. I piled my hair into a messy bun and went to start my makeup, doing a more natural look with a dark pink lip.
As I pulled up to Nando's I noticed Alfie already sitting at a table inside, wringing his hands nervously. What was this all about? I mean it's just me, he has no reason to be nervous.
I got out of the car and walked into Nando's. Alfie stood up quickly as he saw me coming, accidentally knocking his chair over in the process. I held back a giggle as I reached up to give him a quick hug, and a friendly peck on the cheek.
"Hey" I said, "How's it going?"
"G-good...erm great. I mean, how are you?" he stuttered, his eyes darting across the room.
"I'm alright" I replied. "Are you ok?"
His gaze narrowed in on me as he spoke"Y-yes, I just need to talk to you."
My brow furrowed in confusion. Something was obviously up. My anxious mind started to fill with questions. Had I done something? Was it my anxiety that he couldn't handle anymore? Was he scared of Matt?
Was I going to lose my best friend?
"Okay" I replied shortly.
I pulled back my chair and sat down slinging my bag over the back of it, as Alfie picked up his chair and sat down in it.
"So what have you been up to all week? I feel like I haven't seen you in forever." I asked trying to make some light conversation and ease the obvious tension in the air. Wait, tension? SInce when was there tension in between Alfie and I? What was going on between me and this handsome lad?
Handsome?
Well I mean he was. Just looking at him now I admired the familiar angle of his jaw bone, his deep brown eyes, along with the perfectly quiffed hair he was constantly complaining about. Not to mention that develish half-smile that only I could get out of him.
But handsome? Saying that would bring us into a whole different territory that I wasn't sure if I was ready for...
But I was quickly dragged back to reality by Alfie waving his hand in front of my face.
"Zooeee? Earth to Zoe." he laughed nervously. "You zoned out there for a minute."
And there was that cute little half-smile. Cute? What was happening to me?
Stop feeling things Zoe! I commanded myself.
But it didn't work. I couldn't help but let a wide grin spread across my face as our once tense mood loosened.
"Sorry Alf, just got lost in thought there for a minute."
He nodded ok.
"So what was it you wanted to talk about?" I questioned.
"Well...umm. You see..." he ran a hand through his hair and breathed out a big breath as I noticed his face turning a slight pink.
"Alfie it's okay" I reassured. "You can tell me anything."
I reached my hand across the table to comfort him. The tension was coming back.
He took my fingers and intertwined them with his own, playing with my hand. And then he spoke.
