Taylors POV
I push the big wooden door open, revealing the dark red interior of a classy restaurant. Being in New York, there are new pop up restaurants all the time, this isn't one of them but it's a new place. Ive passed by it before but now I was bored between meetings with not enough time to go home so I decided to try here.
"Good afternoon, just one today?" The sweet hostess asks me with a cheerful smile when I walk in. I smile back while taking off my jacket.
"Yes, just one please." I say while walking towards her.
"Perfect. Will the last name Swift work?" She says then looks up with red cheeks. That's when I realize she knows who I am.
"Swift works." I smile.
"Sorry, that was really creepy... I'm just a fan." She says, grabbing a menu and gesturing for me to follow her.
"It's alright. it's lovely to meet you..." I say and realize I don't know her name.
"Mandy, I'm Mandy." She says excitedly.
"Mandy... that's a really pretty name." I smile and sit down at the table she led me to.
"Thank you so much, you're so sweet. Your waiter should be over soon and here's the menu, just let me know if you need anything." She says and walks back over to the hostess booth by the door.
I look down at the menu, deciding what I want when I hear a deep laugh echo the almost empty restaurant. I look up and see a tall man with tanned skin, like he's in the sun a lot.
I rest my chin on the heel of my palm as I watch I'm interact with someone in the kitchen. His short hair, long, well groomed beard. Green eyes... maybe blue? Grey even.
He turns around suddenly and meets my gaze, causing me to blush and look down at my table instantly.
"Hey, I'm Travis, I'll be your waiter tonight..." the man says but I get so lost in my own imagination I don't hear a thing he says after announcing that he's my waiter.
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His sparkling eyes looking down at me. "Hey, I'm Travis."
"Hi, I'm Taylor." I blush nervously, practically shaking in my seat as the handsome man stands in front of me.
"Crazy question Taylor... can I take you out sometime, maybe? Please?" He says and whispers the last part, making me giggle, he also then chuckles at himself too.
"Sure." I smile, but inside doing literal backflips, jumping up and down. This is the most attractive man on this earth and he asked me out.
"Okay, so im going to need you to tell me your number, and I'll write it down, but make sure to look at the menu when you say it or else my boss might tell." Travis says.
"That's so sneaky... I love it." I laugh.
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"So what do you do for fun?" I ask Travis while I spin my fork on the plate of spaghetti.
"When I'm not working, I like to head down to any open field and play some football with my guys. But I work a lot so that's really the only thing I do." He smiles at me before taking a drink of his whiskey.
"You play football? Did you do it in high school?" I ask him. Most guys usually play in school then stop after college since they didn't get any pro offers.
"I've been playing since I could remember honestly, I went to college on a scholarship and almost got drafted to the NFL but I hurt my knee." He says and I was listening until he brought out the 'I could have gone pro but my injury' excuse. And unfortunately that did cause me to laugh.
