TAYLOR POV
Lately, i've been really busy working for my current album, Lover. I've been in the studio for 5 weeks now. Never go out, rarely eat, not sleeping, only work. So, I think today is might be a perfect day to go to the bar and stop thinking about work for a bit.
It's 21.30 and i'm on my way to the bar. The bar it's not that far from the studio, so I walked. 21.45, I'm already in the bar. It's a very fancy bar, I'm very surprised when I see there's only 5 people in there. I sat at a sofa and this gorgeous waiter came to me.
"How can I help you, Ma'am?" She asked me and smiled. "One bottle of wine please, and one glass." I said. "What kind? I want to make it special, because you look tired." She said, I laughed and said "Sancerre pinot grigio. Yeah, I've been working so hard lately, barely asleep." She smirked and said "Good choice."
She came back with one bottle of wine and two glass. "Uh, ma'am. I only asked for one glass." I said, "I will accompany you, you look lonely." She said and sat beside me. "I have friends." I said, even though i don't really have friends. "People who have friends don't come to a bar alone."
"What are you trying to do, uh- y/n, my name is y/n" She interrupted me. "Beatiful name for a beautiful person." I smiled, her cheeks are turning into a bright pink color. "What? it's true, right?" I giggled. "Stop, i feel embarrassed." She covered her face with her hands. "Don't feel embarrassed, babe."
Y/N POV
"You have gorgeous ocean blue eyes." I said.
"And you have a perfect h/c hair."
"So, i guess you're a songwriter?"
"Yes, and how are you supposed to know that?" She asked me, a little bit confused.
"I saw you everywhere, Taylor. And the only thing we share is this small town."
"Sometimes i forgot that i'm famous." She said and groan when she saw a paparazzi taking photos from out of the bar. "Come on, i'll take you somewhere paparrazis don't know." I said holding her hand.
TAYLOR POV
Butterflies started to grew in my stomach when she held my hand, her hand is so soft. She walked us to a secret exit door. She opened it, and it led us to a lift, an old one. "Come on, we're near to the place." She said, still holding my hand. We got in the elevator and she pressed the 1 button. A minute after that, we're on a field. A beatiful field.
"It's beatiful, isn't it?" She said, smiling.
"Yes, very." She took both of my hands and spinning us around.
"Oh my god, i think i'm gonna puke." I said and she stopped, "Don't be so dramatic Taylor." She laughed when I pouted. "I am not drama- yes you are, agree with it." She interrupted me once again.
After spinning around, we lay down on the field and looking up at the dark sky. "What time is it?" she asked. "It's still 23.35" I answered her. "Who knows we can be this close to a customer." She said, "Who knows we can be this close to a waiter." I repeated what she said.
"Have you tried nasi goreng?" She asked me. "No, I haven't. And what is it?" I asked, confused. "It's an Indonesian dish. It's really good, my mom always made it for breakfast." She said, "You need to try it, i can make it for you."
"Really?" I asked.
"Really."
"When?"
"Tomorrow."
"Where?"
"At my house."
"And how am i gonna get to your house?"
"Call me. I'll give my address."
"And your number?"
"Oh, i forgot." She blushed.
I gave her my phone and she typed her phone number. Her contact name... "lover". Cute. "Lover?" I asked. "Yes, lover."
"So, i see you tomorrow?"
"Sure."
