Awsten's pov:
Otto: Friday night, are you busy?
Awsten: you're alive!!
Awsten: seriously though, are you alright?
Awsten: and nope, not busy
Awsten: unless you count throwing darts at a picture of the barista bitch's head
Otto: See you Friday. ;)
What. The. Fuck.
.........
I heard the bell ding, but before I could even look up I recognized his voice.
"Hey, purple haired drink guy, right?"
"That's what they call me." I looked up at him. Still tall, still gorgeous. "Hey Dallon."
"Ah you remember my name."
"It is unique," I smiled. "Of course not as unique as Purple Haired Drink Guy, but it's a close second."
He laughed and I watched the lines around his eyes crinkle.
"I haven't seen you here in awhile," he looked down at his hands.
"Uh yeah, someone else has been picking up my usual shifts."
"I noticed," he was blushing now. "He's not as cute as you, though."
I could hear my heart rattling around in my rib cage.
"Oh," I said. It was so quiet I doubt he even heard it.
"You wanna get dinner sometime?"
I wasn't even thinking about Otto when I quickly blurted out, "Yes."
Dallon smiled and swiftly grabbed a napkin from the dispenser on the counter top. Handing him a pen, I watched as he scribbled down his number.
"Does Friday night work for you?" He was practically beaming.
"Yeah," I said. "Friday is good."
