The two of you have been tip-toeing between the lines of friendship and dating for so long now that you've forgotten when and how it all started.
Was it a flirty banter that got blown out of proportion? That seemed like a likely cause, considering how those are a huge trademark in your friendship.
Or was it the touches that felt steadily less platonic each time? Even now at the bar, Natasha had her arm circled to your waist, with you leaning towards her out of habit.
A waiter comes up to your table, putting a drink in front of you. "The gentlewoman at the back sent this to you, ma'am."
You turn around towards where he pointed, and sure enough, a pretty brunette sends you a wave. You didn't notice that way Natasha frowned.
"Are you going to talk to her?"
"No, I'm not interested,' you turn your attention back to Natasha. How could you be interested in the brunette when you were too busy pining over your best friend? "But hey, at least I got a free drink out of it right?"
She snatches the drink from you, making you gasp in offense. "Nope, you're not drinking that."
"Why not?"
"Because you're a lightweight, idiot" she downs it in one shot, smirking back at the brunette who sent you the drink. It was barely there, but you swear her hold on your hip tightened for a second.
Your brows crease in confusion at the change in her attitude.
Was Natasha being jealous just now?
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Ever since that night, you'd made it your mission to gauge your best friend's reaction whenever someone asks you out. Funnily enough, she'd readily provide you a reason why you shouldn't take them up on their offer.
Your eyes scanned the library, and when you spotted red hair you made your way towards the seat reserved for you beside Natasha.
Natasha sighs exaggeratedly at the sight of you bringing her coffee before snatching it. "You're a godsend."
You roll your eyes half-heartedly. "And not a single thank you."
She takes a sip before she makes a face. "I'll thank you once you stop handing me the wrong one," she eyes the cup as if it personally offended her while you switch your cups.
A scribble on the coffee cup sleeve steals her attention. "Is that a phone number?"
Your eyes drift towards her line of sight. You didn't even notice that, you were too preoccupied with getting Natasha her coffee before she got cranky.
