Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore.

You Can Rent The Space Inside My Mind.

TW: Both homophobic and ableist language used. 

February 17th

Steve was avoiding Eddie. Eddie knew it, Steve knew it. It had been two days since they'd kissed on Eddie's couch. Eddie and Gareth hadn't worked yesterday due to the show they were playing. But they were back now. Eddie felt guilty, maybe he shouldn't have kissed Steve like that. They were having a nice conversation and he'd been so intent on listening to Steve tell him about himself, he had been surprised that someone as soft as Steve had been an asshole only a few years prior. But then he'd kissed him because he only ever thought with his dick and Steve had run away. Which had stung a little bit.

Steve had been hiding in the office most of the morning, he'd shut the door which was something he never did. Locked himself away to focus on work. Work. It was work, Eddie was his colleague and nothing else. He shouldn't have let him kiss him like that. But it was so... so nice to feel wanted. To be desired like that, even if Eddie only wanted to fuck him. He'd been so gentle with him when he'd kissed him, even when it had gotten a bit steamy. Steve hadn't been kissed like that in a very long time, in fact Steve didn't think he'd been kissed like that ever. He'd felt so small and fragile in Eddie's arms for the few moment's he'd been on him and he had liked it. Really liked it.

So why was he hiding in the office like some kind of idiot?

Why was he- *knock knock*.

"Yeah?"

"Steve?" Dustin stuck his head through the door "Can you come downstairs? It's gotten super busy and we're getting our asses handed to us" He looked stressed. Steve nodded and followed him out of the door.

Dustin was right, it was busy. With people waiting by the podium for a table as there weren't any free, a long line at the bar and every table was full. He sighed, okay so it was positive that they were rammed but he didn't want to be dealing with this right now, it was loud and busy and he just wanted to hide.

But he grabbed his notepad and pen and put on his most charming smile and got to work.

It seemed to be the night for the biggest fucking assholes in town had all decided to come and eat. People were impatient and rude throughout and Steve had had just about enough of it by the time nine o'clock rolled around. There had been a bit of a lull in people coming in so it wasn't as busy and gave them some time to get the restaurant sorted out for any other guests.

"Waiter!" An older man snapped his fingers rudely at Steve. He sighed, straightened and smiled.

"Yes sir, what can I do for you?"

"This order is all wrong"

"Oh dear, would you mind explaining to me exactly what it is that's wrong so I can get that fixed for you right away?"

The guy starts berating Steve and the service, complaining about how awful the food is and Steve just nods along silently, tight, pinched smile in place as the guy demands all their meals be recooked and he wants the cheque comped. So Steve calls Emily, another server over and she helps him take the plates back to the kitchen where he explains to Igor what has happened. He looks pissed but agrees to do it, but says they will have to wait because he has a whole lot of tickets he's already working on. Steve asks Emily to let the table know as he needs a minute and she nods and disappears off.

Steve was no stranger to crying in the walk in, he didn't think that anyone who worked in the service industry was.

He felt a bit pathetic, sitting there on a crate with his face in his hands as he sobbed quietly. But five minutes to himself to have a mini-breakdown was allowed right?