The Price of Love

Hook, Line, and Sinner

I'm writing this next part earlier than usual cause I'm just so excited for this hehe. Please stay safe and I hope you enjoy :)

Meredith

All during the next day, I was eagerly awaiting my next shift. Izzie and George drilled me about every detail I could remember about Addison, and Cristina refused to hear it, insisting that I was being less "dark and twisty" and more "mushy-gushy." But really, I knew she was happy for me. At least I thought so; it's hard to guess the emotions of someone who seemingly has no soul.

I tried to keep my nerves in check while picking out an outfit to wear for my shift, but it wasn't helping when Izzie would gush about how excited she was for me, and what outfit to wear to impress her, and how she wishes me well.

I settled on some leggings and a Dartmouth hoodie, much to Izzie's distaste.

"Why can't you wear something like this?" She asks, pulling out a sparkly black dress.

"I can't work in a bar wearing this! And besides, it doesn't suit me well. I'm not someone who wears dresses," I retort.

"But don't you want to impress her?"

"I don't need to impress her; either she likes me, or she doesn't."

"Fine, but if she ghosts you, don't come crying to me."

"Oh, that won't happen," I tell her, "I've got her eating out of the palm of my hand."

Really though, I couldn't guarantee it. She was way out of my league, and with the way she dressed and by the confidence she exuded, I would say she's far out of my league. She probably went to charity balls and bathed in money during her spare time, if I were to guess.

I grab my things, with a "good luck" from Izzie and a non-committal grunt from Cristina to send me off on my way to the bar.

Once I'm there, I can already see her sitting by herself at a table, watching the door and waiting.

Her face lights up in a grin as bright as the sun itself, (almost literally with how perfect her teeth are, I think to myself) and she waves me over.

"Hi," I say, I little bit nervous. She moves over in her booth and I sit down.

"Hi," she says back. "I ordered you a tequila shot."

She gives it to me and I thank her before downing it. I didn't like being tipsy while I worked, but I couldn't say no to her.

"How have you been?" I ask

"Bored," she sighs. "Nothing is as fun as flirting with the girl from the bar. Not even working."

I chuckle. "I see you've missed me..."

"I did," she admits. A slight blush colours her cheeks.

"I missed you too, you know." Her face lights up again. I want to say things like this more often so I can have the pleasure of watching her smile.

"So, how are you?" She asks me.

"My roommates keep bothering me about you. Sometimes I remember I have to shut my big mouth around them."

She laughs. "What exactly did you tell them?"

"Oh, it's really nothing."

"Come on, you've got to give me something. You can't just say you talk about me and then refuse to go into further detail."

"If it's so important to you, I told them how hot you were, and that I was excited to see you again."

She smiles widely at that. "You really know how to flatter a girl."