THE PICTURE OF YOU -rafe cameron-

092; girlfriend

Myra turned around, her breath stuck in the back of her throat upon hearing his familiar voice. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw him standing there. Tall and broad, towering before her. His dark blonde hair was slicked back messily, a few strands at the front falling forward to frame his handsome face. His clenched jaw, his ocean blue eyes and his high cheekbones. He had his shoulders rolled back and his chin slightly tilted up. There he stood, Rafe Cameron.

His words rang loudly inside of Myra's mind, over and over again. I'm right behind you man, Myra couldn't stop hearing it. Shock had overtaken her whole body. It wasn't anything she thought that she would ever hear him say. Never in a million years, but he had let those five words slip so easily from his mouth. It was like some weird alternative universe. Myra sat in silence as she tried to catch her breath, her lips parting ever so slightly. She watched as Rafe patted the older man on his shoulder, a smug look upon his face. "You're her boyfriend?" Richard asked as he looked at Rafe. "Yes sir" Rafe spoke confidently, the smug look upon his face now turning into more of a cocky grin, "so you should get moving now". Rafe was direct, the tone of his voice assertive and strong. Richard nodded once before he stood up, gazing in between Myra and her alleged boyfriend. "It was nice meeting you" Richard spoke as his gaze lingered on Myra. Rafe cleared his throat, making the older man look over at him. "The both of you" Richard quickly added. Then he left, hurrying out of the restaurant like he had seen a ghost. Myra turned towards Rafe, crossing her arms over her chest. She knew it was all an act in order to get Richard to leave her alone, given it didn't make her feel any less shocked. Or any less jittery and full of butterflies. Although Myra tried her very best to suppress it, knowing that it was for the better. She didn't want to get her own hopes up all for nothing. She knew Rafe, she knew what he wanted and not. He wasn't anyones boyfriend and he would most likely never be. "Thank you" Myra managed to speak, a grateful expression upon her face as she gazed at Rafe, "I know that couldn't have been fun for you". The tall kook kept his blue eyes on her, allowing them to scan over her face as if he was searching for something. Something more. "Don't worry about it" Rafe then shrugged, leaning his forearms onto the back of Richard's now empty chair, "you're welcome"

A moment of silence swept in between the two of them. The faint noise of the restaurant was heard all around them, but neither Myra or Rafe spoke. Myra was still a little stunned and unsure what to say and Rafe waited for her to show more of an reaction. When she didn't, he let the seconds pass them by. "I should get back to work" Myra mumbled after another minute had passed. She stood up onto her wobbly feet, grabbing her tray and notepad off of the bar just before Rafe stopped her. He took a step closer, now towering right before her. He looked down, creating a loaded type of eye contact. It was intense, more so than usual. "What time do you get off?" he asked, seemingly a little rushed now. "Midnight" Myra answered with a sigh as she gazed at the clock on the wall again, "hopefully earlier"

"I'll meet you out back at midnight, our spot"

"You mean the spot where your sister and John B caught us kissing?" Myra asked with a hushed laugh. Rafe's serious expression cracked up into a cheeky grin. "Yeah" he answered cockily, like he didn't care about that, almost like it gave him a thrill, "meet me there when your shift ends? I wanna take a walk, just you and me". Myra nodded her head vigorously. "Sure" she answered sweetly, feeling her heart skip yet another beat, "I will". Rafe nodded once, seemingly pleased as he stepped out of her way, allowing her to pass by. Myra hesitantly began to move away from him. She had to go back to work, which she did, but not without turning her head to look back at him just once more. Their eyes met again, sending a familiar jolt of electricity through Myra's body. She couldn't wait for their walk later.

The last two hours of her shift dragged on painfully slow. The restaurant never got any busier, yet Myra was forced to stay until the very last minute. The other two waitresses got off at ten and eleven, leaving Myra alone in the large room with the bartender. Between eleven and twelve she served two guests, which only made the time tick on even slower. Myra couldn't even begin to list up the amount of time she had spent on looking at the clock. Neither could she count on her two hands how many sighs that she had let slip past her lips. The bartender had noticed her impatient behaviour and asked if she was in a hurry to a party or something exciting after her shift had ended, to which Myra had lied with a shake of her head. No nothing exciting. She had told him that she was just tired and longed for her bed, when she in fact longed more to see her favourite kook's face again. By midnight, on the dot, Myra rushed out of the restaurant. She found her way to the back room, basically jumping out of her uniform before throwing it into her locker. She was quick to change into her normal clothes and grab her bag, sneaking away from the lobby. The island club was quiet and dimly lit by now so she doubted that anyone would see or even reflect on the fact that she didn't head out of the front doors as usual. Still, she tiptoed her way to the other side, just in case. As she walked over towards their spot, she saw Rafe standing there waiting for her.