"No way", I say to myself. The dark haired girl approaches me, looking at her phone. She eventually looks at me, and she immediately starts laughing. Her smile is beautiful.
"Scarlett?" She asks.
"Scar", I say, correcting her.
"That doesn't sound as cool as you think", she says, shaking her head.
"Be nice, or I'll give you outdated food", I say, threatening Olivia jokingly.
"You wouldn't do that", she says with a smile. "I'll order a strawberry milkshake."
"Big, medium or small?"
"Big."
I turn around and I feel her gaze on me as I turn on the milkshake machine, getting a plastic cup from the shelf. Suddenly, I feel self conscious as I know that she is watching every move I make. After awkwardly waiting for the milkshake to finish, I hand it to her, our hands slightly touching.
"That will be four dollars", I say as she hands me the money. After that, we both stand there awkwardly, looking at each other. I could get lost in those dark brown eyes. Her hair looks so soft, I just want to brush my fingers through it. Her skin looks even softer, I wonder what it would be like to trace me fingertips along her arm. Suddenly, I snap back to reality.
"Uhm, sorry. I should get going!" She says
"Oh, okay", I say, feeling ashamed for staring at her and probably looking like a creep.
"Or I could sit here for a while, if you need some company", she says quietly, almost as if she's scared of rejection.
"Yeah", I say awkwardly. "It gets pretty lonely."
"Okay, I'll sit down then", she says with an awkward chuckle.
She takes off her jacket and sits down by one of the tables close to where I stand before pulling out her phone. There's no customers in the restaurant, and I have finished cleaning, so I don't see any harm in talking to Olivia for a while. I walk over to her table and sit down on the opposite side of her. She smiles to herself, putting a strand of hair behind her ear.
"So..." I start. "How was your day?"
"It was okay", she says. "I hung out with a few friends before coming here."
"Oh cool", I say, looking around while trying to find something to talk about. Suddenly, I feel a hand on my knee.
"Relax, the whole table is shaking", she says with a laugh.
"Sorry", I say, ashamed. "It's a bad habit of mine."
"No it's okay, don't apologize!" She says, removing her hand from my knee before taking a sip from her milkshake.
"This is pretty weird when you think about it", I say.
"What is?"
"The fact that I sent you that DM and that you responded and that we met here", I explain.
"Yeah, it is pretty weird", she laughs. "But weird doesn't mean bad, right?"
"No, absolutely not! You seem... cool", I say. Fuck, why am I so awkward?
"You seem cool, too", she says, giving me a smile. "However, I feel like you owe me some answers."
"What kind of answers?" I ask.
"I want you to tell me about the dm. Why did you send it? What situation were you in?" She asks.
"I was just hanging out with three friends. We played truth and dare," I explain.
"Oh, so it was just a dare?" She asks. She smiles at me, but her eyes tell me that it's not genuine.
"I mean, it wasn't just a dare. We wouldn't sit here now if it weren't for the dare, right?"
"Right." She says. "I guess that you hooked up with someone?"
I open my mouth, not knowing what to say. How did she know?
"How did-"
"Your neck," she says, leaning over the table and using her index finger to point out the hickey that I didn't even know about. Fucking Diana. As her finger touches the sensitive skin on my neck ever so lightly, it feels like a spark shooting through my body.
"I didn't know that it was there," I breathe out, almost like a whisper. She's so close to me. She uses both of her hands to prop herself up while leaning over the table. I try not to stare at her cleavage, but it's hard. I bite my lip and finally look into her eyes.
"We are pretty close," she says.
"Yeah."
"Is it weird that I like it?"
"Yeah. But in that case, that makes me weird as well."
I can feel her hot breath on my face. Her brown eyes are slightly hooded and I can see that she's staring at my lips.
"How much trouble would you get into if you would kiss a customer?"
"A lot of trouble."
"It's a good thing that I like trouble, then."
