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one shot 07. You promise?

We all walk into the Restaurant, a waiter immediately greeting us.

Tom and I as well as his mates were out for dinner. Georg also brought his girlfriend. However, Tom brought one of his female friends. Im not gonna doubt him, we have dated for a long time.

"Hello! I will be your waitress for today, my name is Amy, Welcome in. Table for.. 7?" The waitress starts, all bubbly.

Okay then!

"Yes, please." Tom speaks, greeting her with a smile.

Ew. Why?

Anyway, Tom is the speaker of the group. In interviews, ordering food, everything. "Okay, Just right this way, better keep up!" She cooes with a friendly smile before walking us over to a table.

Great.

Tom and I matched. I wore a white tank top with beige cargo denim shorts with smile heels as well as matching sunglasses. Tom wore a white long sleeve with beige cargos.
(if you know, you know.)

I felt pretty today.

We sit each other down, I sat next to Tom. Georg sat next to his girlfriend and Gustav sat next to Bill.

Bill and Gustav are best friends.

Anyway.

"Can I start you guys off with drinks?" The waitress asks, mainly keeping her eyes batted on Tom.

That was something we were all used too. Of course, I didnt like it. But that is just what it is like to have a rockstar boyfriend.

I love him.

"Um, Ill have a coke, same for mine." Tom says, earning silence. He internally slaps himself in embarrassment. "Oh-- I meant her."
She says, looking over at me and wrapping his arm around my shoulder with a smile. The waitress gives me a smile stating pettiness, jotting it down onto her red clipboard.

"The rest of you?" She asks the others.

"Ill get.. A dr. Pepper and a Sprite for 'mine'." Georg mocks Tom, "Oh, I meant her." He chuckles, earning a giggle from Tom and a humerous snort from Gustav.

"Coke for him and I." Bill says, giving the waitress a polite yet weak smile.

I smile, looking at the waitess as she slowly drags on jotting the drinks down.

I take a glance at Tom, realizing he was looking up at Amy.

He was looking at her through his eyelashes.

Puppy eyes.

A feeling of dread filled my throat as I internally groaned. I feel done with right now.

I sigh, not really caring. I mean, I did care.. Just--

Whenever things like this happen, I feel...

Used to it? It doesn't happen frequently, but I just feel like... 'Okay, well if he does leave me soon, this was my sign and Im not surprised.'

If that makes sense.

"Baby? 'Hellooooo?" Tom drags off, waving his hand in my face. Had I zoned out?

"Hu--Huh??" I speak, looking at everyone. Any had a drink in her hand. Was it mine?

"Shes trying to give you your drink..??" Tom deadpans, his tone sharp.

Oh.

My cheeks flush in humiliation, taking the drink with a thanks.

"Its fine, Y/n." Bill reassures me, seeing my cover as he sipped his drink. I smile, muttering a thanks once again.

Bill just... Knew. He knew EXACTLY what you were thinking or feeling. Maybe Im see through? I dont know.