"Hey, Tilly where are you, I've left like a bazillion messages. Call me back." Troye sets his phone back down on the table.
Why would he just not show up? He could've at least made a lame ass excuse right?
He jumps a soft touch on his shoulder. "Hey are you okay?" Looking down with a soft smile and bright green eyes, a boy says calmly. "Yeah, I'm fine just really frustrated." Troye says. Taking a seat the green eyed boy in the uniform speaks again. "Well what's the problem?" "It's not yours, I'm fine, Connor." Furrowing his brows Connor replies, "How did you know my name?" Troye smirks pointing to the name tag on Connor's collared button up.
"Connor, I don't pay you to sit and flirt with customers, get back to work please." A red haired woman with Troye's beverage says setting it down in front of him. "Sorry Mamrie, my friend was just feeling down." He slides out of the booth winking at Troye and walking into the kitchen part of the restaurant. Troye just sits in silence, pondering, and staring in confusion.
Why did he wink? Does he like me? And still, Where the hell is Tyler?
