Insomniac

Sam

☽s.2☾

I walked in on Friday night and cringed at the insane volume of the diner. Friday's were always busy, especially from 6 to 10. We so cleverly called it the Sugar rush. Amongst all the heads there I just had to spot the dark blonde head of the boy with the eyes. Michael.

I winced thinking about last night and how awkward it had been. I was definitely not going anywhere near his table again. To avoid awkward situations I would do anything, even if it meant reigning in my curiosity.

However it seemed like I couldn't avoid him, "Hey, booth seven is requesting you."

I looked up from the counter to Flo. Requesting? Were they even allowed to do that?

"Uh, I can't exactly. I'm manning the counter," I gestured to the counter and stools full of people before me.

"I got it," she grabbed the rag from my hand and bumped her hip to mine, smiling playfully, "He's a cutie, c'mon you know you're not mad."

I rolled my eyes and chuckled, reluctantly letting my eyes fall on him. His impossibly long eyelashes made shadows on his cheekbones as he looked down at his cup of coffee. I nervously tugged on my braid, and smoothed out my apron before shuffling over to his table.

"Hi, is everything ok here? Need anything?" I asked trying my best to sound upbeat and helpful, but not overly annoying.

I watched as his ocean eyes scanned the menu in front of him, I braced myself for when he'd look up and aim his eyes at me.

But I still felt slightly breathless when his eyes swept up to me.

You know how it is when you're in the ocean and a big wave knocks you over? But you can't come back up for air because multiple waves are coming at you in succession? You're completely breathless, sorta refreshed and admittedly slightly panicked. That's what it felt like to be in the center of his gaze.

"What's the best thing on this menu?"

"Uh... that's a matter of opinion. It's all good," I shrugged and silently congratulated myself on not sounding too pathetic.

He wet his lips as his gaze flicked to the menu and back to me, "Yeah. I want your opinion."

I opened my mouth, but it took a moment for actual words to come out. I hoped I wasn't blushing too hard, "My favourite is the blueberry pie. It's my guilty pleasure."

I smiled fondly just thinking of the fattening goodness.

"I'll have one of those and--

"Another coffee?"

He nodded, but didn't smile although his eyes looked more than friendly at the moment.

"Ok. Coming right up."

Just as I relayed the order to Dino I felt my pocket vibrate. Slipping my phone out I smiled at the name and face flashing across the screen. I flipped open my old phone and held it to my ear with a smile on my face.

"Hello?"

"Hey, babe," I greeted, "How are you? How'd the debate go?"

I could hear him sigh on the other side, "Not too well."

I grabbed my coat and slung it over my shoulders before slipping out the back door, "Aw, don't tell me you lost."

"Miserably," he scoffed. And I could just see him all stressed and tired running a hand through his dark hair, but not before removing his adorable tortoise shell glasses.

I pouted in disappointment, "Well, why don't you swing by Sugar's? I'll get you a cup of tea to help you relax, and we can talk-- get your mind off it."