Suited (Ed Sheeran Fanfiction)

Part 1: Ketchup

JULIET'S POV:

   It was a rather chilly night, I walked around the streets aimlessly, just in search for a safe haven that night. I walked up the familiar alley ways, until I saw the familiar neon lights of the 24 hour' diner that lie up the road. I walked up the path a bit, quickening my pace out of a rare excitement, and waltzed through the door.

   "Hey Carla," I said to the waitress behind the counter. I came here quite frequently, usually around this time if night, and Carla and I slowly became friends.

   At half past midnight, I'd walk through the door, say hello, and head over to my usual booth, throw my bag in the corner, slide in, and Carla would bring me my usual black coffee. Sometimes I would order food as well, but she always knew to bring me the coffee. I smiled at her as she went back to clearing the tables and washing dishes. Here was my safe haven. I came here almost every night, because I was the only customer this late, and Carla kept me company. I was a loner most the time, I had a job, and a crappy apartment, but I didn't really have friends. It was almost ritual now for me to at least stop by, and in an hour or so I'd be on my way back home. I pulled out from my bag the latest novel I was reading, asked Carla for a large plate of French fries, and popped in my earbuds, nothing out of the ordinary.

    On this particular night,  someone else came in the diner as well, I only knew by the indication of the bell. This was a rare occurrence in itself, so naturally I turned around to see some man walk inside. I glanced at him, but soon turned back to my book.

   A few minutes later, Carla arrived with my fries and I graciously thanked her. I pulled out my music, and grabbed the bottle of ketchup from beside the window. I squirted some onto my plate, which made a hilarious noise. I couldn't help but let out a laugh. The man at the counter joked,

   "Hey lay off the beans, alright?" I chuckled, although it was kind of weird for him to talk to me, I thought. The guy had a British accent, but that didn't really  mean much. In LA, people were from all over, doing what they pleased, and if not that there were always actors trying out new character and dialects, it was quite an interesting place to live.

    "Actually it was the ketchup,"I said to him lightheartedly. He laughed and nodded, "I figured, a pretty girl such as yourself doesn't seem like the type to fart in public."

    "Maybe I do," I teased, "I'm usually the only one in here..." This time he laughed harder,  "I seriously doubt that."

   "Yeah that would be gross, y'know, you can sit here if you like," I proposed. He shrugged and walked over towards me, sliding in on the opposite side of the booth. The man was dressed in dark washed jeans, a green hoodie with white tassels, and worn out gray Nikes. He had fiery red hair that looked effortlessly styled, as if he'd just rolled out of bed, but at the same time, appeared as if he tried quite a bit on it.

   "So Gas Girl, have you got a name?" the guy asked.

  "Please never call me that again, and yes I do actually. I'm Juliet," I say holding my hand out toward him. He gave me a firm handshake and smiled. He had a crooked, closed mouth smile, but it suited him. He had freckles dusting his pale cheeks, and the most beautiful stormy blue eyes I'd ever seen, the kind you could just go swimming in. He made eye contact with me in such away that let me know I had his full attention, almost as if he were peering into my soul, but in a non-creepy way.

   "Juliet. That's a pretty name, Juliet," he said, almost to himself.

   "Thanks. And you?" I asked.

   "Me what?" he said confused.

   "What's your name, silly?"

   "Oh, my... uh... my name's Ed."

  "Nice to meet you Ed. You've got quite a nice name yourself." He half smiled again.

    "Well Ed, would you like some fries--err chips?" I asked, pushing my plate towards him.

   "Call em what you like, but don't mind if I do," he said, taking a couple, dipping in the ketchup, and then devouring them in a single bite.

   After our awkward introductions we got to chatting. We talked about anything and everything, and we discovered that we had more in common than we both thought. We both are rather immature, we love food, and had rather similar taste in music. I told him about my job and he told me about his life.  While we were talking I couldn't help but notice more about him. Like how when I asked a question, he paused a moment to really give it some thought, to make sure he was giving the best possible answer. And I noticed when he waved his arms around while he talked, colorful ink would pop out from under his hoodie, revealing an armful of tattoos. He told me about how he was obsessed with taking photos and thought his Instagram made him a licenses photographer. We would laugh and hold around all while staying interested in one another.

   We talked for what seemed like a few minutes, but in actuality was quite a few hours. It was five am and I could see the sun coming up in the horizon.

  "Wow it's late.... Or I guess early? Either way I've got work in..." I paused to check my watch," two hours."

   Ed smiled through his sleepy eyes and agreed, "Wow we talked all night! That's gotta be some sort of record!" He glanced down at the empire plate of fries and said, "Sorry for eating most of those. I guess I ought to pay, huh?"

   "No I couldn't make you do that! I ate some too! Plus I put in the order so I should pay." Before I could stop him, Ed put what appeared to be his last couple dollar bills on the table and signed the bill, "Juliet, it was five dollars, don't worry about it love." I sighed in defeat, "At least let me tip."

  "If you insist," Ed said, and I slapped a few dollars on the table.

   "Thanks for talking with me. I had a lot of fun actually," I said.

   "What, you mean you don't usually talk to strangers in the wee hours of the night?" I chucked and shook my head no.

"Well were not really strangers anymore, are we?" Ed asked.

    "I guess not."

   "I'd say were friends, and friends should probably have eachothers phone numbers. Y'know in case of fire or something."

    "I guess so," I smiled. We both pulled out of phone from out pockets and began exchanging info. When Ed handed me my phone back the just put in his number, and the name 'Ed.' Nothing else.

   "So Ed?" He hummed and raised his eyebrows.

  "Do I get a last name?" He thought for a minute and said,

  "Well, it depends..."

   "On what?" I asked, confused.

   "One whether or not you agree to hang out with me again."