Baby, a music-loving orphan also happens to be the prodigiously talented getaway driver for a heist mastermind. With the perfect soundtrack picked out for each and every job, Baby ensures every job is done and carried out correctly. After one mistak...
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❝We'll resist till we reach the dawn, Running seems like the best offense.❞ playing: [ꜱɪɢɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʏᴘꜱʏ Qᴜᴇᴇɴ]- [ᴀᴘʀɪʟ ᴡɪɴᴇ] 1:15 ───ㅇ───── 4:17
So we made it to the restaurant and the waitress sat us down, with reservations may I add. This place was insane, I didn't think it was real when we first arrived. This was one of the most awesome restaurants in Atlanta, it's won lots of reviews, and by the looks of it, It seemed pretty promising. Everything here seemed so expensive, I was scared to even order.
Lightning smokes on the hillrise. Brought the man with the warning light. Shouting loud you had better fly,
There were heaps of people in this place because it's always totally booked out, and the sound level is kind of high. Baby looks nervous, at least, I think it's nervousness. Although so was I, I have a weird thing about crowds. My face must've changed when I began looking around because he noticed and opened his mouth.
"Hey," He began, reaching across the table towards my hand.
"If you're not comfortable here, it's totally fine if we go find somewhere quieter." He assured, I didn't want to sound like a total bitch.
The guy that I've always wanted the universe to give me, has finally come and takes me out on a thoughtful date. This is everything I've ever dreamed of. But now I want to leave because of some big crowd? Yeah not happening.
I looked up at him with a genuine smile, "No..." I shook my head, fiddling with the butterknife.
"I was just thinking that—" I shake my head to forget my train of thought "—never mind." I laughed slightly.
Don't say that that's stupid.
I grab the butter knife and try to spread the butter across a bread roll. When I was done, I didn't put the knife down, at one point I even forgot I was holding it. Baby smiles at me and leans across the table taking it from me.
While the darkness can help you hide, Trouble's comin' without control. No one's stayin' that's got a hope, Hurricane at the very least.
I look up and let him, this whole thing was embarrassing. Why am I acting like this? I realized now how white my knuckles were, and I didn't even realize how tight I was holding that butterknife. He place it gently down beside me.
I smiled at him and sigh, "Sorry," I say self-consciously.
"I guess I'm still a little on edge." I admit.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"Look at everyone." I sighed.
"I feel so completely out of place here. I stick out like a sore thumb." I admit.
