mine. (O. Dìaz x reader)

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HES ALMOST OFF OF WOR-

You're saying I'm the one but it's your actions that speak louder. You're giving me love-🎶

FUCK.

"Hello?" I ask into my phone.

"Hey it's Wyatt. Is this Y/n?" The guy on the other side of the call.

"Yeah? Should I know who you are?"

I hear silence over the phone for a second.

"The guy from the gas station." He says.

"OH." I say. "Are you off of work?"

"Yeah I just got off." He says.

"Okay." I smile.

"I was just calling to ask you for your address. So I can pick you up." He says.

"Oh right! Okay. You want me to text it to you?"

"That's probably best." He chuckles.

Hot. Hot ass laugh. Lord.

"Okay. I'll send it now."

I send him my address and hear him whisper.

"Beautiful."

HELLO? HOT??

"Yeah just give me a minute. I'm still in what I was wearing earlier." I tell him.

"Of course you are." He laughs.

I laugh.

"I'll be outside."

"Okay!" I smile and hang up.

WHAT THE FUCK AM I GOING TO WEAR? FUCK MAN. You know what? Fuck it. Tank top and a skirt. Oh my fucking god.

I change and do my make up and hair.

That took an hour. Fuck. Fuck fuck.

I hurry to put my shoes on and grab my bag and my phone and run outside.

I see his car parked in my driveway. I run over.

"Hey! Hi. I'm so sorry." I say as I get in the car.

He doesn't say anything to me but stares at my body and my face.

"Are you angry?" I ask, frowning.

"You look gorgeous." He smiles.

OH MY GOD. I just saw hearts.

I smile. "Thank god, you're not angry."

"You're worth it." I laughs and starts his car.

I'm in love with this man.

I smile and pull out my phone to put it on silent.

Then I remember the tattoo on his arm.

"You're in the Santos?" I ask him, still looking at my phone. I can see him tense up.

"Uh- Yeah. Is that alright?"

"Well you got the tattoo so I guess I can't do anything about it. You'd probably get like killed if you did leave, huh?" I ask, looking at him.

He looks at me and chuckles.

"I'll probably get killed by Spooky if he finds out that I'm going on a date with you." He smiles.

"Oscar doesn't need to know." I shrug.

We get to the bar and walk in. He starts heading to a table and I go for the bar.