Shitty at Best

Chapter 3

 Michael spent the whole night, biting his nails under the blankets and overthinking the whole situation. So the next morning he looked like hell. Well, it was almost noon when he woke up from his three hour nap he called sleep, so you can't really say next morning.

He spent about an hour preparing for the date

Michael sighed and decided that it was time for him to go in. When he entered the almost empty café, he noticed that Jacques had already been in there the whole time. He looked nervous, his leg shaking up and down as he looked around, searching for the person who posed himself as Michael Zlataroff. He was wearing a worn out red beanie over his head, the same one he had in high-school, Michael noticed, and a sweater that looked too big on his skinny body.

The brunet sat down in front of him and saw how Jacques's expression turned from wary to bewildered. He scowled at him, making Michael fidget.

"Uh, Jacques Beaumont, right?" He extended his hand.

The blond blinked, trying to process what he just said to him and realization hit him. He sighed heavily in relief as he took it and nodded.

"I thought you were one of the creeps who advertise their shit by sitting down on people's tables and forcing them to buy." He said and ran his fingers through his hair, grinning weakly at him.

He grew out his hair... Michael thought to himself, staring at him. He still smells the same...Honey and caramel...

He suddenly jolted upright when he realized he said something and chuckled nervously "Oh...Sorry. I guess it was rude for me to just sit down on your table like that."

Jacques waved his hand in dismissal. "Nah, I guess it was obvious that it would be you." He said and Michael nodded slowly, still not able to take his eyes off of him.

"So..I guess we should start with the questions." Jacques said, raising his eyebrow.

Michael blinked and nodded "Sorry. R-Right. Ah, why are you moving out?" He asked.

Jacques was taken aback by the question and ran his fingers through his hair. He licked his lips. "I wanted a change of scenery..." He said simply.

Michael frowned. A lie from the start? "I am sorry, but I need you to be honest for this one."

The blond rubbed his eyes "Why would you think that that is a lie?"

"I am not stupid. Just tell me the reason, the more you stay quiet the more I have a reason to be suspicious."

Jacques sighed, taking off his beanie to run his fingers through his hair "My landlord is kicking me out. Gave me a week to move out." He said quietly.

When he saw the look on Michael's face he quickly added "I wasn't doing anything illegal, I swear!"

Michael raised his eyebrows "Then why is he kicking you out?"

Jacques rubbed his face "I would rather...Not talk about it...It's personal..."

The freckled man sighed. Well things are going great right from the start...Okay fine, I guess I will have to trust him for now and ask him later. "Alright...Then...What is your job? You do have a job, right?"

Jacques frowned "Yeah, I do. I am a waiter at restaurant "Maria". You can check it out if you don't believe me."

Michael blinked, then he waved his hands "No no! I didn't mean it like that- God, I am so sorry!" Wait? Restaurant "Maria"? That's where Ann works...