Bel really did not want to kiss Kam.
Really, he didn't.
At first.
But he really had been curious.
And annoyed.
The restaurant has the usual crowd tonight, so both Em and Bel are kept pretty busy. Sometimes, the patrons come up and order drinks themselves, and sometimes it's the other waiters who slap an order slip on the bar and then come back for the cocktail once it's made. Bel knows he should be busy enough to stop thinking about anything else, just concentrate on the cocktails, but his mind keeps circling back to what he had just done.
He'd kissed Kam.
And he'd enjoyed it.
Initially, all Bel had expected was that he'd kiss the older (and taller, and probably stronger) flirty jackass in Chelsea boots just to get him to move and that would be that. What he hadn't expected were the fireworks that went off in his head, or the way Kam tasted--like pecans and whiskey.
Which was weird, because as much as Bel actually liked pecans, he hated whiskey. Besides, he really wasn't sure if pecans went with whiskey in the first place. Wait, yes they did.
What the hell?
Just...what the hell?
Bel's phone buzzes as he's in the middle of mixing a Sex on the Beach(and the name of the cocktail does not help his current state of mind). There's only one person that text would be from. The phone continues to buzz until Bel can pull it out of his pocket--the extra forty-five seconds it takes to finish mixing and serve feels like an hour.
KAM: Here. I'm parked in my car outside.
BEL: If you stay in your car you could come across as a creeper.
KAM: You called me a creeper in the first place so I have a reputation to live up to now.
BEL: Don't try to be funny. Why don't you come inside? Maybe Gulf can get you a table, and you still keep an eye on me like Nina wanted.
KAM: I'm fine in the car.
BEL: UGH! Just come the hell inside!
KAM: Ask me nicely first.
BEL:[middle finger].
KAM: Come on, Bel. You know you want to ask me nice. [wink].
BEL: [middle finger].
KAM: 555
Really?
Really?
Did Kam really have to type out the laughter so Bel could see it, rather than keep it to himself? Of course not, because Kam isn't that kind of person--not around Bel anyway.
Funny that Bel knew that after having Kam in his life for less than a day.
Funny how that phrase "Kam in his life" made Bel's pulse speed up.
No, Bel. Not funny. Annoying. Annoying, annoying, annoying.
"Who are you texting?" Em's voice makes Bel jump. "And why is he making you turn all red and glare like that?"
"Back off, nosy." Bel slides the phone back into his pocket and tries to get back to work. But Em's not just going to let it go.
"So it is a guy. Is he good looking?"
"I guess." The words come out of Bel's mouth before he can stop them.
"Is he single?"
Bel remembers the mischief dancing in Kam's coffee colored eyes and snaps back with more force than he needs to.
