She leans in and I lick my lips, watching as she does the same. I feel her hand on my cheek. As she's about to close the gap between us, I hear the door opening up. Me and Olivia jump away from each other and I head back to my previous position, getting ready to take another order. The customer is an old woman with a bright green jacket. It's color makes me want to vomit.
After taking the woman's order, I look over at Olivia's table, my heart dropping as I realise that she's no longer there. She left. She fucking left without saying anything. How could I be so stupid? What does this mean? I sigh before shaking my head and handing the woman her food before watching her leave. She wanted to kiss me. She wanted to; right? I could see it in her eyes. They didn't lie.
When my shift is over, I text my dad, asking him to pick me up as he always does. He never wants me to be outside alone at night in case something were to happen. After locking up the restaurant and exiting, I see my dad's car and get in.
"Can I tell you something?" I ask him.
"Of course," my dad says, looking at me for a second before returning to looking at the road.
"I may have texted with a girl yesterday..." I start. My parents have known about my sexuality for years and are luckily fully supportive of it. "And she came into the restaurant today."
"Really? That sounds fun!" My dad says.
"Yeah it was, but then she left."
"Oh. That doesn't sound as fun. What happened?"
"We had a... moment. I think she freaked out."
"Scarlett, you know that I am fully supportive of you... but engaging in sexual activity at work is not something that you should be doing."
"What the fuck, dad? I didn't have sex at work!" I shout before laughing.
"I know, I was joking. Maybe she hasn't come out yet?" He suggests and I sigh. This has happened to me too many times.
"You may be right," I say with a sigh, looking out through the window.
"It's going to be okay, Scarlett," my dad says. I just wish that he was right.
When we get home, I thank my dad for the ride before heading into my room. I switch into shorts and a T-shirt before brushing my teeth and after that I practically fall onto my bed, slipping under the covers. I feel tired as fuck, but I just have to see if Olivia has texted me. I unlock my phone, and I can see that she's active on Instagram right now, but there is no text to be seen. I groan and decide to text Jordan.
Me
sup
Jordan
sleeping wbu
Me
just came home from work
i met olivia there
Jordan
wait whuuut
call me
I facetime Jordan, and he picks upp immediately.
"Tell me everything," he says.
"I was finishing my shift when she came into the restaurant and ordered a milkshake," I explain.
"What flavour?" He asks.
"Uhm... strawberry I think?"
"Wow, she's weird."
"Shut up. Anyways, we sat down and talked for a while and there was some kind of tension between us. We were about to kiss and then a customer interrupted us. When I had taken her order and went to look at Olivia, she was gone. Just like that."
"What the fuck," Jordan says after being quiet for a while. "That's weird as hell."
"I know, right? And she hasn't texted me or anything, either. I think she hates me."
"Nah, if she hated you she wouldn't try to kiss you. Maybe she freaked out because no one knows that she's into girls or something?"
"Yeah, my dad said that too."
"You told your dad?" Jordan asks, bursting out laughing.
"He picked me up! I had to talk to someone about it!"
"I get it, it's okay. But only because it's your dad. If anyone else did that, it would be weird."
"Thank's, Jordan," I say sarcastically. "What do I do know?"
"It's gonna be okay, Scar. Just don't text her, okay? She wants space. Eventually, she will apologize. I know everything about women."
"Yeah right," I say with a laugh.
"You know it's true. Shit, it's almost two in the morning, I gotta go sleep."
"Yeah, me too. I'll hear from you tomorrow?"
"Of course, good night!"
"Good night, bro."
I hang up and put my phone on the mattress next to me. I just keep staring at the phone, waiting for it to light up. Everything I want is a text from her, an explanation. I want her to tell me why she left. Would things be different now if that fucking grandma didn't decide to buy food when we had our moment? I wait and wait, but the phone stays quiet. Eventually, I turn around and close my eyes.
