It was you.

It's Alright

You sat silently, looking at Bea.
"I-I'm sorry! I didn't know how else to get your attention!" She frowned.
"It's fine, just, damn," You muttered, touching the reddened part of your face.
You shook your head, looking around.
The waitress had came back with your food right before you had woken up, according to Bea.
As Bea ate you picked at your sushi with your chopsticks, not wanting to eat anymore.
You wondered if that was really Danny. Your Danny.
Your Leigh.
You sighed and leaned back in your chair.
Bea continued eating, obviously not wanting to ask what was wrong again.
You didn't look over at the table next to you, but listened to the conversation.
They were telling Dan to give a girl a number.
Probably Bea.
She was basically everything you weren't.
What did it matter though?
Even if it was your Danny, he'd probably hate you.
Yeah, probably.
How you hadn't been able to suppress the memory of him meant something.
It meant you really did love him.
You did.
You loved Danny.
And he loved you.
You had to leave.
You had to.
He looked a lot happier without you. He looked fine.
You took out your phone, looking at the few notifications you had.
"Not hungry?" Bea spoke up, smiling a bit.
"No," you muttered.
"You could've told me before we ordered," She chuckled.
"Eh," you shrugged and yawned.
You heard the scooting of a chair and a shuffling of feet. You assumed it was just Jess going to the bathroom.
You were so wrong.
You heard someone clear their throat and looked up, seeing a mess of curls.
"Uh, hi. I'm Danny, and I couldn't help but notice your beautiful face from where I was sitting." He smiled.
You scoffed.
"You must've been looking at my blonde friend, Bea. I'm nothing compared to her," you looked back down at your phone.
You heard Bea laugh.
"Actualllyyy-" Dan started.
"I really was looking at you."
"Couldn't have," you looked up.
He had been looking at you.
Examining you.
Was he trying to figure out who you were?
"I was here to ask if I could have your number?" Danny asked, shyly.
"I-I uh-" You felt your face turn red, nodding. "Sure."
"Awesome!" He smiled.
You pulled a pen out of your pocket and scribbled your number on a napkin.
You handed it to him and nodded.
"Thanks!" He winked and sat back down.
"Ooooooh, ______ gave her number up~" Bea teased, pulling out her money.
"Shut up," You rolled your eyes, putting your phone down.
"I thought I was paying," you said, confused.
"No, I said I was," Bea nodded.
"I don't think so," You said. "But I mean, if you insist!"
Bea laughed. "That's just like you!"
"Yup," You laughed.
You both stood up, paying at the front of the place.
You looked behind you one last time before turning back and walking out with Bea.
You both drove back home to your small house in silence.
You kept looking at your phone, even when you got inside the house.
You even checked it in the shower. How desperate were you?
That was a bad question you knew the answer to immediately.
"Very," you said out loud, not realizing Bea was there and listening.
"What?" Bea looked over at you, an eyebrow raised.
"Nothing," You sighed, walking to your room.
Your Alarm's red numbers illuminated the area around it.
'9:23'
Where did the time go?
Were you really waiting that long?
You laid down on your bed, deciding not to change or anything.
No calls.
No messages.
No notifications.
"Fuck it," you muttered, putting your phone on your nightstand.
Nine was apparently the time to sleep, and so that's what you did. You fell asleep faster than usual.
Was that a bad idea.
A small buzz sounded next to your bed.

>Hey, this is Danny! That dude you met at the sushi place, hope you can text right now