warnings: some angst + description of a very anxious state
"I was starting to think you didn't have a driving license."
Nick laughed as he shot me a quick look, and his eyes set on the road again. I found myself staring at him and the shadow of stubble gracing his jaw like I always did. It was barely visible, but it suited him well. He was impossibly handsome.
"I do have one. I just never use my car."
"You should. It looks nice," I commented lowly as my fingers fiddled with the heater button, slightly turning it on.
"I told you you'd be cold," he said, glancing at the hem of my dress where the goose flesh never left my thighs.
"And I told you I'm perfectly fine. I'd rather be sick but still pretty."
A warm laugh escaped his lips as he shook his head, placing his hand back on the gearshift.
"If I used my car again, where should I take you?" he questioned.
"Amsterdam," I said without thinking, making him smile. "But you'll find a way to drive there , because there's no way I'm going on a plane again. That shit was traumatising."
Nick's laughter howled loudly as he looked at me like it was the best thing he'd heard all day. It wasn't funny, but I couldn't help but laugh with him as he pulled into the parking lot and stopped next to Matt's car.
"I can still remember your face when we landed," he grinned like a loon, cutting the engine.
I faked a sigh as I opened my door. "Yeah right, that's very funny. Let's go."
He was still laughing as he pushed the restaurant's door open, his arm around my waist.
I glanced around the dimly lighted place, fidgeting with my purse as a hostess came to us. It reminded me of our first date in Amsterdam.
Nick gave her the name Turner and her smile seemed to deepen.
"For yellamo?" she guessed, her eyes darting from me to him again.
He glanced at me, running his hand through his hair. "Um, yeah."
She smiled as she motioned to us to follow her between the tables. He glanced at my confused expression as soon as her back faced us, chuckling at himself.
The woman left us as we reached the table, and every chair squeaked as they all stood to come and greet us.
Nick shook off his jacket and sat across me, next to Matt and Jamie. His fingers drummed against the wooden table, his weight leaned back.
"So who's yellamo?"
My question made him laugh, drawing attention to us.
Jamie's smile deepened as he looked at me. "He never told you?"
"I didn't think it was that necessary to mention," Nick replied, casually twisting the straw in his glass.
"No, it was," I argued, gazing up at him with a teasing smile. "Are you ashamed?"
He ignored the laughter surrounding him as he rolled his eyes, the ghost of a smile on his lips. Maybe he was.
The three of them immediately complained about Alexander's lateness, making dirty comments about him and what he might have been doing. Breana shut them up as a grin cracked on her lips, trying to hide her own amusement out of respect.
"Maybe there's traffic," she said.
"Oh yeah, so much traffic when you live right next to the place," Jamie replied with his eyes rolling, taking a sip of his drink. "It's ten past eight."
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On The Other Side | Nick O'Malley
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