Heartbeat (Natasha x Wanda + One)

Five

I'm standing outside a restaurant watching the breakfast crowd leave. After Natasha had left that day, it wasn't an hour later before Wanda texted me the address and time of our date.

So, here I was, Saturday morning standing in front of a restaurant, nervous as hell.

Sure I'd been on dates before, but considering I'd been single for the past five years, I'd say that they haven't ended well. And for some reason, I wanted this one to end well. "Woman up," I whisper to myself, forcing a step towards the doors. With each one it became easier and a few seconds later I was in, scanning the room for them.

They spot me first, "Megan!" Wanda calls from a corner of the room.

I smile at her enthusiasm, my anxiety about this forgotten. Weaving my way through the tables, I earn a few looks, mostly from the older crowd. I had been nervous about my outfit but Wanda had said 'relaxed lunch attire' so here I was, in black Adidas pants and a sleeveless shirt, black sneakers, my hair falling loosely down my back and a small Adidas cross body bag slung over my shoulder.

When I get to the table they both rise to greet me, Wanda giving me a small kiss on my cheek and Natasha pulls me into a hug. I'm glad to see that they are both dressed similarly to me, looking like the stereotypical gay couple.

Once we sit down Natasha teases, "we were starting to think that you'd stood us up."

"I was outside for about ten minutes," I admit. "I was... slightly nervous."

Natasha leans forward slightly and lays her arms on the table, "we make you nervous detka?"

"Nemnogo," (slightly) I answer with a grin.

Natasha sits back with an impressed look, "you speak Russian?"

"Amongst others."

"We just found the first thing we all have in common," Wanda says excitedly.

"You speak Russian too?" I ask her, surprised.

She nods, "it's our first language, English is our second."

At my confused look Natasha explains, "I was born in Russia, Wanda in Sokovia."

Just as I was about to reply the waiter appeared, "good afternoon my name is Kyle, I'll be helping you ladies out today. What can I get started for you?"

"Can I get a pitcher of mimosas please?" Natasha asked.

"Absolutely, three glasses?"

"Darlings?" Natasha asks.

"I'll take one," Wanda answers sweetly.

"None for me," I tell him. "I'll just have a water, please."

"Excellent, excellent, and do we know what we're having to eat?"

The girls look at me, "I'm ready if you are," I tell them, having looked up the menu online before I came.

"Can I get waffles with a side of the baked apples?" Wanda asks.

"Of course, and for you?" He asks, looking to Natasha.

"Burger, everything on it, with the waffle fries please."

"Gotcha, and for you?"

"Cheese omelet and wheat toast, please."

"Ok I'll have that right out," he says as he leaves.

Once he's gone I ask them, "so how did you two meet?"

"It's funny actually," Wanda begins, a gleeful look in her eyes.

"Oh no," Natasha groans.

Wanda leans forward on the table like she's telling me a secret, "we met my freshman year of college in art class. I the student, and Natasha the nude model."