NEEDY - B.E. IMAGINES

the diner pt 2 *

gxg
billie dom

Billie walked home from the diner, her heart pounding in her chest, fingers gripping the crumpled receipt like it was the most valuable thing in the world. Y/N's number was scrawled on it in blue ink, a little winky face drawn next to it.
Once inside her apartment, Billie paced, rehearsing what to say. Finally, with a deep breath, she dialed the number. The phone rang twice before Y/N's voice, soft and warm, answered.

"Hey, Billie. Took you long enough."
Billie chuckled, running a hand through her hair. "Didn't want to seem too desperate."

"Mhm, right," Y/N teased. "So, what's up?"

"I was wondering, would you wanna grab dinner with me? You know, at your diner. After your shift?" Billie asked, hoping she didn't sound as nervous as she felt.

There was a pause, then a small laugh from Y/N. "You want to take me on a date... at my job?"
"Well, you do make it look pretty good," Billie shot back, smiling. "Besides, I thought we could start somewhere familiar."

"Alright," Y/N said, and Billie could practically hear the smile in her voice. "I get off at eight on Friday. See you then?"

"Friday at eight it is."

-

The week dragged on, and Billie found herself avoiding the diner entirely, afraid of seeming too eager or ruining the anticipation. Each day felt longer than the last, and she spent too much time overanalyzing every possible scenario in her head.

Friday evening arrived, and Billie found herself standing outside the diner with a nervous energy buzzing in her chest. She had dressed casually but carefully, not wanting to overdo it. She pushed open the door, the familiar jingling bell announcing her arrival.

Y/N was already there, along with two cups of soda, sitting in one of the corner booths. She looked up and smiled, waving Billie over.

"You're right on time," Y/N said. Billie slid into the seat across from her, trying to keep her cool despite the butterflies in her stomach. "Guess you were eager after all."

"Busted" Billie smirked. "Thanks for meeting me here."

Y/N chuckled. "Thanks for suggesting it. It's nice to be here as a customer for once." Her hands motioned to her outfit, she was dressed casually in jeans and a sweater. It was refreshing to see Y/N in something other than a uniform.

A waitress—not Y/N this time—came by to take their orders. Billie noticed how Y/N seemed so at ease, chatting with the waitress like an old friend. It made Billie smile, seeing this side of her.
When the waitress left, they settled into conversation.

"So, Billie," Y/N said, tapping her nails on the table. "What have you been up to this whole week? Didn't see you around."

Billie shrugged, and let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. "Oh, you know, keeping busy. Avoiding the diner so I wouldn't seem desperate."

Y/N laughed. "You think you're slick, huh?"

"I try." Billie grinned. "What about you? How was work?"

"Same old, same old," Y/N said. "Except, you know, I kept looking at your booth every day wondering if you finally got tired of me."

Billie nearly choked on her coke. "What? No way. I just didn't wanna... I don't know, crowd you."

"Well, next time, crowd me," Y/N teased. "I kinda missed seeing you around."

The waitress arrived with their orders— A burger for Billie, (im sick of her vegan ass, deal with it) with a side of fries, and Y/N's go-to club sandwich with extra pickles. The plates clattered lightly against the table, and the scent of sizzling patties and fresh bread filled the air. Billie picked up a fry and popped it into her mouth, grinning as she watched Y/N take a careful bite of her sandwich.