Sidelines

F O U R

We parked at Felippe's. Felippe's is a fancy restaurant but the food are cheap.

We went inside, and we sat on a booth.

“So, uh, how old are you Moira?” Leo asked.

“Um we're practically the same age?” I said.

We were both in our last year of senior high.

“18?” he said.

“Oh, I'm wrong, I'm still 17.” I thought he was 17 too.

”No, I'm still 17 too. I was just kidding.” he laughed.

A waitress went up to us showcasing her boobies- oh wait, getting our order.

“May I get your order?” she said with her vivid red lipstick making her look like a devious clown.

May I get your order blah blah blah. More like can I get in your pants.

She was smiling while tugging her uniform lower so we could get a good view of her valley. Specifically so she could get Leo to lust for her. Ew, what a creepo.

I ordered buttered shrimps, fries, and a melon milkshake while Leo ordered carbonara and a chocolate milshake.

She gave Leo a piece of paper. I Shot her a glare which sent her scurrying away towards the kitchen.

Leo laughed. I raised an eyebrow.

“You should've seen your face a while ago.” he said.

“Why?”

“You looked like a sadistic killer.” he said.

I furrowed my brows. “It's not my fault she's suffocating me with her enormous boobs.” I said.

He laughed at my frustration.

“It was so uncomfortable, okay? Don't tell me you liked it.” I giggled.

“Who said I liked it?” he said while wiggling his eyebrows.

“You don't?”

“Of course I don't.”

My face fell.

“You're gay?!”

“No, I just don't like erotic girls.” he said.

“But you've been with erotic girls.” I said.

“Just because I bang them, it doesn't mean I like them.” he said.

I felt my face heating up.

“Oh. I thought you're...” I trailed.

“You thought I was a pedophile? Well no, I'm not.”

“You're sick. I meant, I thought you were a, um a, uh... a testosterone filled guy.” I said.

“You mean, you thought I was a perv. Yes, yes I am, in some occasions.”

My face was hot. Darn hot.

“Here's your order.” the bimbo-of-a-waitress said.

She laid our orders on the table. She winked at Leo. Leo shifted uncomfortably on his seat, avoiding the devil's stare.

The waitress still didn't leave.

Leo looked at me then smiled. “Let's eat babe.” he emphasized the word babe.

Oh I know what this is. I'll play along with you.

He held his fork, twisted it around the carbonara and held it out to me. I opened my mouth and devoured the carbonara on his fork. Typical devil warding ritual, make the bitch think that the hot guy is taken.