Moonlight

"you got the right girl, brad"

Brad's POV
A girl my age came to our table and said something in a weird, difficult language, which was supposed to be Dutch.
Then she laughed and realised we weren't Dutch at all.
'Do you guys want something to drink?' she asked us.
We all said what we wanted - water for me - and after a few minutes she came back with twelve glasses.
'Quick service here,' James, who was sitting next to me, said. I wasn't really paying attention, as I was thinking about the girl I met today.
'Hey, Brad. Brad!' I suddenly heard.
'W-what?'
I woke up, out of my daydream, and saw the waitress again. Everybody laughed.
'What would you like to eat?' the waitress asked me. She was into me, you could tell. She had a pretty smile, and her hair was in a perfect ponytail, and she looked at me in a certain way. But she wasn't as attractive as the girl I met today. By far.
'Do you have spaghetti?'
The waitress looked at me, and she didn't even write it down.
Then I saw that James was pointing at the table, the area in front of me. It was a menu I had never seen before.
Everybody laughed again, but I was embarrassed and ashamed. I was humiliated, by myself. And in public, it couldn't get any worse.
'A spaghetti bolognese,' I said to the waitress, after looking in the menu.
I was the last one who ordered something, so she grabbed the menus and walked away.
'What's up with you, man?' James asked me. 'You're not really here today.'
'I'm sorry. I'm just thinking about something else.'
'About what? A girl?' James joked, Connor laughed with him.
'Actually... I am.'
They looked at me like I was crazy. 'You're kidding! Really?'
I nodded and grinned.
'Where does she live?' Tristan asked. I didn't know he listened too, but apparently everyone at the table payed attention.
'In London, but I met her here in Amsterdam, in front of our hotel today,' I admitted.
'No way!' Tristan said. 'Do you have her number or something?'
I shook my head. Everyone looked surprised. Joe, Dean and James grinned, like it speaks for itself that I can't get a girl's number.
'What about a name?'
'Anna.'

Anna's POV
'Anna.'
I heard my name from Brad's table.
Apparently, Emily had heard it too. 'Did he just say your name?'
'I think so.' I couldn't stop smiling.
'Go up to him, then,' Emily said. 'Or don't you want his number?'
'I don't know...' I doubted. 'Maybe it seems desperate. Everybody wants a famous person's number.'
'But you didn't know he was like that until I said so.'
'That's true.' I couldn't stop staring at him and his 'team'. And I also could not imagine they were all talking about me. That even Brad is talking about me.
'Does that mean he's falling for me?' I asked my best friend.
'You're overthinking it.' Emily laughed. 'Honestly, I think you have to ask it to know it.'
'I don't know, Em.'
Emily suddenly stood up. 'I have to go to the bathroom, are you coming with me?'
I nodded, standing up too.
'What's that with girls going to the bathrooms together?' Ralph mentioned.
We laughed and started walking towards the bathroom, when I realised the doors were next to Brad's table.
Emily didn't bother, as she was already at the door. Brad could clearly see her if he looked up from his conversation with his friends.
I followed Emily quickly, trying not to look in Brad's direction, and in no time I was inside the girls bathroom.
'Emily, why did you have to walk so quickly?' I asked her, while looking in the mirror.
'Why not? Otherwise Brad wouldn't notice you're actually here. And I didn't want you to head back.'
She fixed her makeup and walked towards a toilet. 'But don't worry, he was looking at you. I saw it.'

Brad's POV
'And she's coming to the concert tomorrow?' Joe asked. 'Because it's sold out since this morning, you know that?'
'What? But I asked her to come, I thought there were still tickets available,' I said. 'Her friend had a ticket, but she didn't.'
'You're awful with this,' James said, then sighed. 'You could've invited her! She could just stay backstage and talk to you and to us, to get to know you and your family, because they're all here too. Did you just let her buy a ticket to come, and maybe end up at the back?'
I suddenly realised what I did. 'It was stupid, yes. But I'm sure I'll never see her again.'
At that moment, a familiar face walked past our table. I heard Connor whispering if that was her, but I shook my head.
A brown haired girl followed her, and as soon as I recognised her, I felt something bubbling inside.
They both entered the girls bathroom, and the moment the door closed, everyone at the table started gossiping, and looking at me.
'That's her, for sure. Look at his face.'
'So, Anna, wasn't it?'
'She's hot!'
'You got the right girl, Brad.'
I grinned. 'Yep. That was her.'
'You have to go after her, man,' Connor said. 'Or do you want to play hard to get.'
Of course I didn't want to play it like that. 'But how am I supposed to handle it? I can't just walk in the girls bathroom like it's nothing and just talk to her. It's not that easy for me, man.'
I was annoyed how they all wanted to give perfect love advice, because they all had girlfriends. They had nothing to worry about, they didn't even have to use the methods they told me. I had always been the one with no girlfriend, struggling to find one, but always failed.
'The moment she walks out of that door, call her name,' Dean said.
'Or if you don't, I will,' James joked.
'Don't push me, guys, I'll handle it myself,' I said annoyed, while taking another piece of my spaghetti.

Anna's POV
'Are you almost ready, Em?'
She had been in there for about five minutes.
'What the heck are you doing?'
'Just checking my phone. But I'm almost done,' she said. She sounded a bit disappointed.
'Do you have his number already?' she asked when she got out of the toilets.
'I didn't leave.' I decided to put on some more mascara.
'What? This was your chance, An. Or I'll do it.'
'You won't.'
'Watch me.' She laughed, while washing her hands. 'Do you think if you get Brad's number, I can get James's number too?'
'James? Not Tristan?' I asked surprised.
Emily blushed. 'I don't know how I changed my mind, but I like James more in person. But don't think about me, it's all about you now. Let's go back.'
I nodded. 'I'm scared, Em. Don't say a thing, please.'
'If you don't want me to, I won't do anything.' She smiled and gave me a hug. 'I'll film everything tomorrow night, for you. Maybe I can even get backstage to get Brad's number, you'll never know.'
I giggled. 'You're crazy, but...thanks.'

I followed Emily my way out of the toilets. I took a deep breath, and walked through the door. I didn't want to look at Brad, but I noticed he looked at me.
'Anna!'
I looked to the right, the direction where the sound came from. It came from Brad.
'Brad!' I said back. 'Nice to see you again!'
Everyone at his table stared at me. Some were smiling, some were just looking for one moment, to then take another bit of their food.
'Can I talk to you for a second?' he asked.
I nodded, and followed him to the entrance of the restaurant. We made our way out of the building, and there we were. In front of the window - the curtains were closed.
'I wanted to ask you something,' he started, waiting for a few seconds. It looked like he was asking me for permission, or something.
'That's fine, go on.' I grinned.
He grinned too, his white teeth were showing. 'I wanted to ask you if you are free tomorrow, as I have a concert here, in Amsterdam.'
I was surprised. 'But it's sold out. There's no way I can come and see you. Unless...'
'You can come backstage,' he suggested.
'Are you sure? I mean, you barely know me,' I said. Is this even real?
'I'm pretty sure.' He smiled. 'It's just that I really want to get to know you, and I hope you feel the same way.'
I do, you're right. I feel the same way about you, and I really want to get to know you.
'Sure, why not?' I said, immediately regretting it. When I'm nervous I always say the wrong things.
'Can I have your number?' I suddenly heard myself say. I had never said something this confident to a guy before.
He opened his eyes a little wider and grinned. 'Sure, why not?'
I giggled. Then he looked up and looked me deep in the eyes. We were only a few inches apart. He smiled again, and gave me the classic wink.