The Letter From Him.

Chapter 6

     I arrived at work at the usual time - 5:30 - and I'm completely exhausted. I didn't fall back to sleep after I awoke from the nightmare, but I'll make it through the day, I always do. 
     "Hey girl heyyyy!"
     "Hi Matt," I replied -, suppressing the urge to laugh my butt off. Oh, and if you didn't notice already, Matthew is gay.
     "So how was your date with Graison?"
     "It wasn't a date Matthew, I met him yesterday"
     "Whatever, just tell me how it went,"
     I chuckled and replied, "It was good. He is really sweet, and funny, and I had great time with him," I was smiling like an idiot, and I didn't realize it until I saw Matthew staring at me with a smirk.
     "You like him don't you, Delilah,"
     I do like him, but I just met him yesterday. We spent about eight hours together, but still. It is too soon to start liking someone, but I have to tell Matthew the truth, after all, he is my best friend. "Yeah, I think I do,"

(After Work)

     It was around 1:15, and I was on my way to drop off the extra food we have at Michael's shop. Once I got there I went inside and walked up to the counter. "Michael!" I shouted, no response. "Hello Michael!" I yelled a little louder, still nothing.
     As I was about to leave, someone came out from around the corner. That someone is Graison.
     "Ohh hey there Delilah," I laughed at his corny reference.
     "Hi Graison,"
     "Michael went home early today, he wasn't feeling too well,"
     "Oh, okay. I'm just bringing the left overs from the coffee shop for you guys to have,"
     "Thank you," Graison said with his adorable smile.
     "No problem, so I guess I'll see you around?"
     His smile quickly faded. "O-Oh ya. Ya um, okay. I see you around then,"  he said sounding a little disappointment. I don't know why, believe me, I would love to spend every minute with him, but I doubt he feels the same.
     I turned around, and was about to exit the bait shop when Graison spoke once more.
     "Hey Delilah?" I turned around to see him scratching the back of his neck, nervously.
     "Yes Graison," I replied with a smile.
     "Do you, um, maybe, only if you want, I mean you don't have to-,"
     "Just spit it out Graison," I said with a laugh.
     "Okay," he chuckled "Do you want to hang out? We could walk around town or go to the beach, or the park, or something,"