My Guys.

28

Jasmine

"I'm sorry sir. I know you made a reservation but you were over thirty minutes late and it's Friday night so we had to give your table away." I explained for the 4th time to the same people.

"Fuck you. I'm giving this place a zero star rating." One of them said and walked off and so did the rest of them.

I held back a smile "Thank you!" I sighed and went back to my podium thing and crossed out a few names when I sensed someone infront of me. "The place is fully booked- hey." I looked up and smiled when I saw it was Michael.

"Hello miss. You are absolutely beautiful, you know that?" He complimented, making me smile.

"Why thank you mister." I played along with whatever he was doing.

"May I take you out on a date? Say tomorrow at six?"

"Gladly." I agreed with a huge grin on my face.

"Amazing! Let me give you my number." He requested so I handed him my phone. "That's crazy. My name is Michael too." He smiled, holding back a laugh. "What's your name, beautiful?"

"Jasmine."

"Wow. That is a beautiful name." He winked at me. He gave me my phone back. "I've got a girlfriend with the same name as you." He added.

"A girlfriend?"

"Yeah but don't worry. She doesn't have to know." He leaned in closer. "I think she's cheating on me." He said in a low voice, making me smile.

"Oh really? What makes you think that?"

"I'll give you a whole list. She's always making out with these two white losers and I once caught her in bed with some Mexican twice her height." He raised his eyebrows, making me gasp.

"What a slut." I replied.

"Hey! That's my girlfriend you're talking about." He defended. I can't stop smiling.

"My bad." I put my hands up in surrender.

"Anyway, that's my number. I'll pick you up tomorrow." He turned to leave.

"Wait-" I grabbed his hand. "How do you know where I live?" I raised an eyebrow.

"I'm your stalker."

"So you're the guy watching me shower!"

"Yeah- what?" He frowned, making me laugh. 

"I'm joking."

He rolled his eyes "I'll see you tomorrow." He kissed the back of my hand. "Wear something comfortable." He suggested before walking out of the restaurant, leaving me with a stupid grin on my face. 

. . . 

I wore a white long sleeved tight-fitting t-shirt under a brown t-shirt with a mushroom in the middle and a blue and white plaid pleated shirt that stopped right above my knees and a pair of black low rise converse.

I was going to wear a pair of brown sweatpants but it was 27 degrees outside which was not okay because it's nearly night-time.

"You look cute. Where are you going?" Krishna asked when she walked in.....with Kishan behind her.

"Out with Michael."

"Cool. Jas, we have to tell you something."

"Oh my gosh. You're pregnant."

"No..." She showed me her hand which hand a fat diamond on her ring finger.

I screamed. Not too loudly. Just loud enough to express my excitement. It's ironic because I hate people who scream unnecessarily but it was necessary this time because my best friend just got fucking engaged.