"Hattie, pick up your phone. If you're not here in the next hour, I'm leaving. I have more important things to do than wait around the pub," you hung up and sighed. The two of you had planned this day out over a week ago, and you had been waiting for over half an hour. No response from her.
In the 45 minutes you had been sitting alone, two guys had offered to buy you drinks and one girl. Hattie had better have a damn good excuse for not showing or even calling to cancel.
"'Scuse me, miss," a voice came from behind you. You closed your eyes, so annoyed.
"Let me stop you, before you continue," you said without even bothering to turn around. "I'm not looking for a good time, I can pay for my own drinks, and yes, I'm here waiting for someone. So thank you and have a nice day."
That voice behind you chuckled, and finally you turned confused. Had your disinterested somehow amused him?
"Hat's right, you're quite a spitfire."
You furrowed your brows. "How do you know Hattie?"
He reached out his hand to you, "Shaw. Deckard. You must be my sister's friend, Y/N L/N?"
You bit your lip feeling embarrassed about his first impression of you. You grasped his hand and shook, about a year ago you had the pleasure of meeting Hattie's other brother, Owen. The Shaw family had some attractive genes.
"Yeah, that's me. Sorry for being so rude."
"No need to apologize. Beautiful woman like yourself needs to have some standards. Being picked up in a bar probably isn't the way you'd want to meet someone."
You nodded, feeling a tinge of pink forming in your cheeks. "Is Hattie okay?"
"Right," he had completely forgotten his reason for approaching you. "She was called in late last night on a mission for MI6. Wanted me to drop by and let you know she's sorry for the inconvenience." He looked down at his watch, "I know I'm a bit late, I apologize for keeping you waiting so long."
"Oh no," you shook your head, "don't worry about it. It's fine."
"Don't suppose there's anyway I can make it up to you. Hattie should be back home in a couple days, I could try to get a rain check for you."
"That won't be necessary, I've left her a few voice messages. She'll get back to me, always does. But maybe you can do something for me?"
"Name it."
You felt incredibly confident for whatever reason. Deckard seemed like the kind of man that liked an upfront kind of woman, and so without a second thought the question popped out. "How about dinner?"
Deckard chuckled again, "And here I thought you wouldn't want to be picked up in a bar."
"Well, I'm not being picked up now, am I?" You took a sip from your drink, looking at him expectantly.
"No you're not." He had a thoughtful look on his face that you had a hard time trying to read. "Maybe I'm not the type of guy to be picked up in a bar though?"
To that, you smiled. "That's up for you to decide, Deckard. Though if that is the case, we could always walk outside and I could try again."
"You're quite a woman," he replied. "Tonight. 8:00. I'll pick you up at your place."
"Now, who's the confident one?"
Deckard knocked the counter, enthralled with your wit and humor. The bar tender sent a glass his way, which he quickly shot back. He placed it back down and threw a few bills down. "Give her another, on me."
"You wont stay awhile longer?" You asked.
"Wish I could, love. I got a date to prepare for tonight though." You smirked at him. "See you soon. Wear the nicest thing you have."
Without another word, he was out the door. You pulled out your phone and dialed Hattie once more. Straight to voice-mail.
"Hat, it's me. Why didn't you tell me your brother was so cute? Oh, and don't be mad but... I asked him out and he said yes. Bye."
