*The next day*
After you and Hunter got off work around 6:00pm, you headed back to your house to change even though Hunter said that you looked fine. You don't want to go over to his house with a Starbucks apron and a messy bun so you decided to change into a pair of black leggings, a dark red sweater, and a pair of burgundy converse.
After you put on a little bit of makeup and curl your hair, you head to Hunter's apartment and get there a little after 7:00.
You knock on his door, and a few seconds later, he opens the door, wearing a tight white t-shirt and black sweatpants.
"Hey!" He says, gesturing for you to come in.
He closes the door and gives you a hug. This is the first time that you've gotten a hug from him, but let's just say that Hunter gives the best hugs ever. Plus, he smells REALLY good.
"I'm glad that you came over!" He says with a smile.
"I'm glad that you invited me over!" You say.
"Yeah! And oh--I'm so sorry about writing my phone number on your latte yesterday. That was stupid," he says, laughing.
"It's okay Hunter. You don't have to keep apologizing about it. I thought it was a cute idea," you say with a smile.
"Thank you. I like that color on you by the way," he says, pointing to your dark red sweater.
"Thank you Hunter!" You say, your cheeks turning red.
"You're welcome," he replies.
He walks into the kitchen and you take off your shoes and follow him.
You sit on one of the barstools by the dining table as he checks on the food and starts setting out some plates.
"Please tell me you like Mexican food," he says with a laugh.
"I love Mexican food!" You say. "Okay great. I was gonna say, if you don't like fajitas, I'll just make something else!" He says.
"Who doesn't like fajitas?" You ask, laughing.
"My ex girlfriend," he chuckles. "But she doesn't like a lot of stuff so it's okay."
You kinda feel bad for him. He seems like a nice guy. He's sweet, he works his butt off at his job, and you're sure that he's talented. Why the heck is he single?
"Hey I hope you don't mind me asking, but is there a reason why you two broke up?" You ask. "She doesn't like my job," he replies.
"What's wrong with your job?" You ask.
He gets two glasses out of the cabinet and some sparkling cider out of the fridge, then walks over to where you're sitting and places everything on the table.
He sits down and pours some of the sparkling cider into the glasses and hands one to you.
"Okay to answer your question, she doesn't like my job because she feels like it doesn't bring in enough money," he says. "Yeah but there's not really anything you can do about that," you say.
"I know. And it's not like I'm broke or anything," he starts to laugh. "Like I have money saved up and she knows that. But to her, I don't make enough money. I think that as we got older, she expected me to go to college and get some extravagant job that pays a lot of money. That wasn't gonna happen."
"So was she your highschool sweetheart?" You ask.
"Yeah! We were together for about five years but we broke up last year. Well, basically she broke up with me but I'm okay with that. She was fine when we first started dating, but she started acting kinda weird when I moved into an apartment and started working at Starbucks. She started acting like I wasn't good enough and I tried to make our relationship work but that effort failed. So now I'm single again," he says, taking a sip of his cider.
"Do you ever get sad about it?" You ask. "Sometimes. But I know that the problem wasn't me, it was her. And I know that my job isn't the best job in the world, but it's nothing to be ashamed of. I mean she was acting like I was working at Mcdonalds. If I was working at McDonald's, flipping fake processed meat, then you should be ashamed!" He says.
You laugh and almost choke on your cider, and you have to take a few seconds to get yourself together before you can say anything.
"Are you okay?" He asks, laughing.
You laugh and nod.
"Okay hold on," he says, getting up and walking back into the kitchen.
A few seconds later, he comes back with the food and lays it on the table, along with the dinner plates.
"I don't know if you like steak, chicken, or shrimp on your fajitas, so I just made everything. I hope that's okay," he says, sitting back down next to you.
"That's perfect Hunter. Thank you so much," you say with a smile.
He smiles and winks at you, and you die a little on the inside.
"So...have you ever been in a relationship before?" He asks.
"No. I'm only 19!" You reply, laughing.
"Yeah but tons of people date at that age!" He says. "I guess that I've always thought about it but I've never been in a relationship before. I think it's kinda important to work on yourself and your situation before you get into a relationship with someone else," you say.
"Payden...I like the way you look at things," he says.
After you and Hunter are done eating, you both decided to watch a movie so you convince him to watch The Fault In Our Stars. You haven't read the book yet unfortunately, but you really like the movie.
When the movie goes off, and you and Hunter are done talking, you start getting ready to head home.
"I must admit that that's the only sad movie that I'm willing to watch over and over again," he chuckles.
"Me too! I'm in love with that movie right now," you say.
He grabs your coat for you and helps you put it on, then you put on your shoes.
"Will I be seeing you again? You know, like besides at work?" He asks.
"Of course! I had a great time," you reply with a smile.
"I did too," he says. "Oh and by the way, are you sure that you're going to be alright driving home this late?"
"Yeah I'll be fine!" You say.
"Alright. Just text me and let me know when you get home so I know that you made it back safely," he says, leaning forward and kissing you on the cheek.
"Okay," you say, blushing and turning to walk out the door.
You forgot that the door was still locked and you accidentally run into it.
"You okay?" He asks, unlocking the door and opening it. You can tell that he's trying not to laugh.
"Yeah I'm fine," you reply, laughing and rubbing your nose. "I'll see you later!"
You give him a hug and head out of his apartment.
