Knowledgeable Love (Stanford X Reader)

Chapter 24

You opened the door lightly, peeking your head in. Very quiet, it was. Barely no one was in the diner...except the worker.
And that worker had a familiar face that you couldn't pin point where you saw her. It was a tough week, and you didn't want to start remembering the past.
Not even of the bunker. You pulled in some air, and sauntered to one of the booths.
There wasn't a trace of Ford around, and you whipped your head to check if you missed him. But nope.
Must be in the washroom, you thought and leaned back into the seat.
Now the worker was eyeing you, and you could see her bright blue mascara.

Oh.

You sunk back into the seat even more as she sashayed over to you with a notebook.
"Hello, what would you like from Greasy's Diner?" She tried to act cheerful, but her annoyance shined through.
Should you order now or wait for Ford? He'd probably would want you to go ahead and not wait.
"I'll take a sundae," you grumbled, forcing yourself to sit up. "please."
She pulled a pen out of her pocket, and the tip of it just grazed the notepad before her eyebrow raised. "What kind?"
"Any is fine, thanks..." You looked around again. Is it normal to be in the washroom for that long?
"Uh-huh...any," she said under her breath while scribbling your order down on the notepad. "I'll be back in just a sec."
You nodded, and in a few minutes, your order appeared. To your eyes, it was a chocolate and vanilla sundae. "How much will it be?" Your voice had a sudden hoarseness to it, and you attempted to clear your throat to get rid of it.
Her eyes were glued to her notepad as she stuck a hand out. "It'll be a dollar twenty-five."
Your mood had just plummeted. You were frustrated because you didn't know where Ford was...he definitely was not in the washroom, and you could tell. He couldn't just ditch you...right? Pfft. Of course not. He's not that kind of guy. He wouldn't. Never in a million years.

But deep down inside, you would believe it. Maybe what happened the other night scared him.
Maybe he didn't feel for you after all.
You let out a quick sigh, and rummaged through your pockets. You managed to find a two dollars, shoving it in the lady's hand. "Here."
She took it, and gave a wry smile. "Thanks. Enjoy your sundae!"
You'd narrow your eyes at her the slightest. Her fake tone annoyed you.

You waited. And waited. And waited. And so on, Stanford never came.
He ditched me, you thought and angrily stood up from the booth, leaving your sundae cup on the table. The worker watched you, smiling. She could tell you were angry at something, but to her it was amusement.
You swung the door open, jogging down towards Ford's unfinished house. You couldn't take it if he didn't like you as well. You might as well just pack and leave.

Tears started to brim in the corners of your eyes and this time, you wouldn't stop them from falling.