nyctophilia | dreamwastaken

you're just my type

THURSDAY:

"She's so pretty... god, her hair is just so soft, like I don't understand!" Elias dreamily says, staring at the girl talking to her friend. I blink, tilting my head. "Is that her? Your girl?" I probably shouldn't have said the last part because his eyes light up in excitement. "My girl? Man, I really want to call her my girl. Well, she technically is my girl but... I'm glad you approve."

I raise an eyebrow. "How long have you guys been fucking?" I ask and Elias widens his eyes. "Uh... almost three weeks?" He mentally counts and I sigh. "Eli, tell me, have you guys been on more than two dates?" Elias doesn't answer right away and I rub my temple.

"That doesn't mean that I don't like her!" He protests and I raise a hand to stop him. "I'm not saying that I swear, it's just- are you sure she's not using you?" Elias narrows his eyes in suspicion. "Okay, first off, why are you being such a bitch? Second off, if she's screaming my name while I'm-." I slap a hand across his mouth, narrowing my eyes at him.

"I didn't ask for vivid sex details. If I wanted some, I would ask about your past experiences." When Elias doesn't respond, I remove my hand, seeing his mouth clamped shut. "I'm just trying to look out for you. What happened last time, with Juna?" I prompt and Elias closes his eyes. "She ghosted me." He mumbles reluctantly and I nod.

"Exactly. You're so into this girl that I don't think you'd realize that you're walking straight into a trap. Just be cautious, that's all." I add and Eli rests his head in the palm of his hand, leaning over the counter. "What's her name?" I ask after a bit. "Willow." He responds, the corner of his lips turning into a faint smile.

I study him for a few seconds, realization settling heavily in my stomach. "You really like her, huh?" I ask and he nods absentmindedly. I study Willow, watching as her pitch-black curls nearly touch her waist, her pale skin glowing. Her dark brown eyes crinkle up as she laughs at something her friend said.

Her slender arms and fingers delicately shuffle through the racks of clothes. "Did you know that she visited her grandparents in China a few years back?" He asks and I tear my gaze off of her, turning towards Elias. "Oh really? That's cool." I comment and he nods, straightening when a customer starts to head towards us.

"She got lost in the neighborhood for a few hours, and that's where she met her friend, Zara." He points towards the girl with puffy curly hair and chocolate skin. I watch as her hazel eyes light up at the sight of something in the store. "Zara was doing a world trip with her father, and they managed to end up in the same neighborhood. Odd enough, Willow's grandparents knew Zara's father, and Willow managed to find her way back."

I smile. "That's such a cute story." Elias nods at the customer as he finishes helping them pay. "I always thought that it was such an interesting way to become friends." He comments and I snicker. "You kept timing whenever I was late to work. I guess that's a weird way to become friends as well, although not as unusual as Willow and Zara's story." 

Elias punches my arm and I push him back. I check the time, seeing that we have twenty more minutes before closing the store. "You planning to leave with her tonight?" I ask and I swear I see Elias blush. I smirk, raising an eyebrow. "Interesting... got plans with her?" Elias reddens even more, and my smirk turns into a smile. "Stop it." He mumbles and I turn, seeing Willow and Zara heading towards us.

I watch as Elias swallows when Willow approaches us. "Hi!" She greets and I wave in response, suddenly feeling awkward. Willow smiles brightly at Elias, who hesitantly smiles back. "Hey Willow." Zara stares at him, no doubt sizing him up. I chuckle, covering my mouth. "Awkward," I whisper and Zara glances at me, slightly smiling. 

He quickly scans their items before setting them inside the bag. Before the two leave, I watch as Elias rushes out from behind the counter and he stops Willow before she completely leaves the store. I watch, curiously, as he talks to her for a few seconds. Zara opens the door, clearly wanting to leave.