•Chapter 7•

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Ashton's POV

After comforting Jordan we pulled into the Nandos parking lot. When we entered the restaurant we pick the table that was farthest in the back.

Then someone who I never thought would work here came up to us. Sydney.

She was so busy looking down at her phone that she didn't notice that it was us.

"Hi my name is Sydney and I'll be your server. Can I start you off with so-" she stops.

"Oh, it's you." Sydney spitted out.

I looked down and saw Jordan shrink down in her seat.

"Yes, it's us. And if you don't mind we would like some drinks." I said in a bitchy tone.

"Okay gay boy, what do you want to drink? Michael's dick?" She asked.

"Actually I would like some coke." I said.

"And what does it want?" She asked talking about Jordan.

"Jordan would like..." I trailed off letting her finish and say what she wants.

"Some water please." She says quietly still not lifting her head.

"Yeah, you do need to cut out the soda. Your gonna get fatter than you already are." Sydney sneers.

And with that she left and went to go get our drinks.

"It's okay, she's gone now." I say. She sets her hands on the top of the table and I reach out and grab in mine.

I rub my thumb over her hand and try to cheer her up.

"Ash, you know what I love about you?" She asks.

"What do you love about me babe?" I ask hoping for a good answer.

"I love how you are always in a bitch mode. I think your sass is great." She says with a smile.

Then Sydney comes back with our drinks and walks away quietly.

"So, I just wanted to say thanks for taking me out." She said.

"It's no problem babe. I've liked you for a long time." I said.

"And I'm glad you love me sass." I say while flipping my hair. God I love her and her compliments.

I mean of course I love her. She saved my life. I sit at home everyday and wonder what she would do without me. That sounded bad. What I mean is like, would she kill herself? Would she find other people? I don't know. And I'm not gonna find out.

"Hi, my name is Adelaide and I'm gonna take your order. First I have a question. Are you two in a date?" She asked.

"Yes ma'am." I say respectively. She looked to be about 45 or so.

"Okay! Free desert for you both!" She says.

"Oh, it's okay I don't need desert I'm trying to lose weight." I hear Jordan say.

I gave Adelaide a look asking her to bring it out anyway.

"I'll bring it out anyway honey." She says. "Okay are we ready to order?"

"Yep. I'll take the cheeseburger and then I'll let beautiful order for herself."

I look over at Jordan and she blushes a bright red color.

"I'll just have a salad." She says. And off Adelaide goes with our orders.

"Listen, Sydney doesn't know what she's saying. You aren't fat. So it's okay if you want some of my burger or something you don't have to eat a damn salad." I say.

Jordan's POV

I did want some of the burger but Sydney made me feel horrible so I want going to eat any.

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