The grill was becoming the definate hot spot for the night. It seemed as if the whole state population was trying to cram into one area. People were packed side-by-side, whether standing or sitting at a table. The game was being watched by the dozens of men by the bar, all with some type of alcholic beverage in thier hands. Tables in the corner were occupied by young couples with their arms around eachother, trying to find a small private spot. Waitors rushing in and out of the kitchens trying to satisfy the needs of thier customers, despite the great demand of buisness. I look over to Dave and Natalie who were laughing and eating their food. They didn't seem to be bothered by the dense crowding.
I couldn't really speak for Harry. He sat quietly, not really saying much, and occaisionally checking his phone for any new messages. His facial expressions would change from a focused stare to a bright grin, based on the subject of the surrounding conversation.
The communication was kept best between The other two, knowing they had much to catch up on since they had last seen eachother. The subject staying mostly on school, friends, or any activities they were both involved in over the year.
Meanwhile, Natalie was not showing any signs of exhasperation. Her and Dave both were constantly cracking jokes, laughing, singing to whatever song was playing, or throwing small morsels of food at each other off of their plates. I would say they were acting like children, though compared to the state of some of the others around us, they would be considered as mature as it gets.
I sat quietly, picking at my food, the late night causing me to become tired. I tried my best to be involved in the group conversations, not wanting to look boring. The most I was capable of was smiling or laughing on a comment somebody made, sentences were not much of an option at this point.
"Are you okay?" I look up from my plate to find Harry looking at me with concern.
"Yeah, just a little tired," I reply with a small smile, looking back down at my plate. From the corner of my eye I see him look at his lap, fiddling with his fingers. I did feel a little bad for him, only because he's new here and I feel like I've been treating him so rudely. I know he's just trying to be friendly and I've done nothing but ignore him.
"Well if you want," He says, still looking at his lap,"I could drive you home, since you're tired and everything. If you want, I don't mind." He says, looking at me while saying the last few words of his sentence. I thought about it for a moment. I didn't want to look like a loser for leaving dinner. Though if he was willing to give me a ride, I might as well take the opportunity.
"Sure," I say smiling at him. He seems happy with my response. I will say though that it's kind of weird that I've just met this boy and he's already offering me rides home. I get a weird vibe that I shouldn't trust somebody I just met to drive me in their vehicle, but Harry seems nice.
I suppose Nat could just take Dave home in the car we came here in, so as far as that goes I'm not too concerned.
