Instigator

21 Questions

"Have I ever told you that you look good in my clothes?" Josh asked as the two of them walked into the restaurant.

"Never had a reason to."

"I guess not— well, you look amazing." He said, looking at her with a bright smile.

"Thank you." Y/n said, a light blush forming on her cheeks.

"I look good in my clothes too, thank you so much for the compliment too." Josh joked, doing a couple poses for her.

"I don't know Josh— I think your clothes look better on the floor."

Josh chuckled, leaning in to brush his lips against her ear.

"Well, how the tables have turned. I think all you want to do is fuck me all day."

"It's one of many things I'd like to do with you, but with the position you left me in today, can you really blame me?" She replied, turning her head to look at him with a raised brow.

"Mmm. No. I guess not."

She gave him a wide grin before turning to the podium to look at the host.

"Table for two?" He asked, looking between Y/n and Josh.

"Please." Josh said, looking at the host as his eyes lingered on Y/n.

"Can I get you two any drinks to start with?" The host asked as he seated the two and handed out menus.

"Just coffee for us both, thanks." Josh said, turning to him with a tight lipped smile.

The host looked from Josh to Y/n with a skeptical look, to which Y/n gave him a brilliant smile.

"Okay, I'll get those for you."

Y/n's head turned, her grin faltering at the look Josh was giving her.

"What's that look for?"

"What look?" He asked, furrowing his brows at her.

"The look you were just giving me. It looked like someone just pissed in your coffee."

"Wouldn't surprise me if that host actually does." He mumbled.

"Why would he?"

"He just gives me vibes." Josh shrugged with a nonchalant attitude.

"Whatever you say Josh."

"What are you gonna get to eat?" He asked, changing the subject.

"I've never been here. What's good?"

"Not sure, I haven't been here either."

"Alright, why don't we pick a couple things and share." She suggested, looking down at her menu.

"Sounds good to me. Bacon?" Josh asked, looking up from his menu to look at her.

She had her eyes locked on the menu, barely paying attention to the conversation.

"I prefer sausage."

"Jesus Christ Y/n."

"Huh—" She said, looking up from her menu.

"Really?"

"What?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

"I prefer sausage." He said, mocking her earlier statement.

"Jesus fuck Josh, it wasn't some innuendo, I'm just not a huge fan of bacon." She said with a laugh, rolling her eyes at him.

"Mmkay."

"You're gross. What are you going to get?" Y/n said, returning her attention to the menu.

"Probably the steak and eggs."