'Elizebeth Olsen?! What is that a stage name? She's not even hot?!'
Joe slammed the door behind him, "oh I can, and I will... and I am," Joe sighed, rolling up the sleeves on his shirt. "And thanks to you," he held up his phone and shook it a little towards Evan, "I have a date, and I oh- I hope it's hot, and steamy, the best she's ever had," he smirked.
'It's for show, of course.. I want to take it slow with you, you deserve the best, Evan doesn't have to know that,'
"Guilty 🤫,"
'God- do people still use emojis...'
Joe shoved his phone in his pocket before giving Evan one more look.
'Eh, I'll be fine.. he'll be.. there,'
*
Joe slammed his door closed, throwing off his shirt and looking around quickly with a panicked look,
'Shit- where is its,'
Joe managed to trip over one of his shoes groaning as he tossed it across the room, "god I have to clean up in here," he grumbled, standing and reaching for the black dress shirt on his dresser, shrugging it on and quickly spraying some deodorant.
'This is the night Ella, the night I reel you in,'
He buttoned his shirt up, rolling the sleeves to his forearms before stopping and hearing the yelling through the wall. 'Oh good.. there fighting again,' glancing at his phone he jumped in the spot, "and I'm going to be late-"
Joe closed the door behind him, 'your fine- it's fine, you don't have her ex slash best friend locked in your basement... history isn't repeating itself,'.
The bar was loud.. and busy. And Joe had been attempted to stalk a miss Elizabeth Olsen on the walk over. Ella was growing more interesting to him everyday. But why did she feel like she still needed to hide from him. He's Joe, the bookstore clerk, he should be trusted.
He pushed past a couple of people, muttering several 'excuse me's' making it to the roof top balcony, it was a picture of perfection, just as Evan Said. She'd love it.
Joe ducked into the bathroom, it was only made for one person at a time, and there was a questionable looking stain on the tile below him. He grumbled slightly moving his foot before fixing his hair in the cracked mirror.
'Ok Joe, soulmate time..'
he fixed his shirt, making sure the back was tucked into his pants before exiting and walking out. It was late, we'll later afternoon. People had started to meet up with friends, get drinks, get high. But not Joe, he had his eyes set on one beautiful woman sitting at the bar.
He slid onto the stool next to her, "excuse me miss, is this seat taken?" He questioned with a charming smile, "I'm so sorry in late, Ethan gave me a few books to finish before I left, I got a little side tracked," he breathed. Eying the drink in front of her.
"And your drinking without me, god I really am late," he sighed sarcastically.
He lifted his hand to order a tequila. "One please, and for the lady," he offered, bowing slightly, "I know- you already have a drink but it's tradition," he smirked. Thank the bartender as he slid the drink towards him. Joe wasn't a drinker, he dabbled, very occasionally, but he was a lightweight, and he did not need to slip up, especially not with Ella.
"So, what do you think?" Joe asked, trying to speak above the music, "oh, this is good, check out the couple that just walked in, there a spitting image, but holding hands," he smirked playfully, "New York is weird, oh, what about those two," he pointed out a nervous looking couple standing by the bathroom.
