Billie Eilish x male reader (Rewrite)

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Streets of Los Feliz, California

Sunday, February 9, 2020

11: 23 PM PST

"Our next stop was dinner. Little Dom's — an Italian restaurant that Fin recommended to me. It's in Los Feliz; you remember your way there?" He smiled at me sheepishly, and I filled it on the GPS "Half an hour ride, I shouldn't take us much or than that," He nodded, "Alright, been craving some decent Italian."

The ride there was filled with more laughs about what happened in the tunnel and the remaining tracks of the first side of the tape.

When we arrived, finely dressed gentlemen with an accent took the car and showed us to the receptionist. The interior gave a whole different vibe compared to the city outside. The monochrome lighting — due to the light bulbs spewing different shades of orange scattered all over the place. The soft jazz played in the background, and a pleasant aroma accompanied it. The hostess finally recognized us and hurriedly came our way, "Ms. O'Connell, Mr. L/N, glad you made it. Would you please follow me to your table?" She led us to a balcony where a table for two lit with a small enough table lamb and neatly prepared was waiting. I went to seated, but Y/N hurried in front of me and pulled out of my seat, "Allow me," He said charmingly. And they say chivalry is dead.

"Quite the gentleman," she said, "I'll be sending a waiter soon enough while you two get situated."

She closed the balcony door, and we saw her hurry around once more through the glass. "I would've worn a suit if I knew you were bringing me to a place this fancy," "I would've worn a dress myself, honestly,"

We stayed silent, occasionally glancing at each other but mostly on the view, "Sorry for making this date awkward, but it has been a long time since I went on one," "He thinks this is a date!" I cleared my throat, "Oh no, it's not like I'm a conversation machine myself. How long has it been since you went on one?"

"Back in middle school, with a girl named Samantha. Quite the lady she was for a 12-year-old," I resisted the urge to spit out my drink, "Seems like I have quite the competition,"

The woman didn't waste time sending in the waiter as he hurried through the door and handed us our menus with a polite smile on his face.

I started scrolling through the menu, trying to decide what to order, when out of nowhere, Y/N started speaking fluent Italian to the waiter. I looked at the waiter to see that he shared my surprise for a moment, then started talking back. This guy. The back and forth between the two went so fluidly that I decided to lean back and enjoyed the show. He turned to me, with a smirk of confidence on his face, and asked, "We're ordering the night's special, right?" I nodded at him. The waiter collected our menus, and Y/N said, "Grazie," the only word I recognized in the past 10 minutes. I looked at him with my back to the chair and said, "You did that one to show off, didn't you?" He laughed, "Maybe,"

"French and Italian, though. Why? Do you find it fun, or do you like to see people's reactions?" "A little bit of both," he replied "And also cause I had to,"

"And I had to learn both cause I had to." "Cause you had to?" "Yeah," he nodded. "French because of Julian and Italian because of the people I lived with back in New York." "Which part did you grow up in?"

"I grew up in Downtown Manhattan, specifically the part of where Little Italy and the China Town meet, so I managed to pick up a bit of both."

"Including mandarin?"

"Including Mandarin. I didn't have anything else to do as a kid, so I got fluent, although I still struggle with Mandarin, but who doesn't," he chuckled,