You're spending yet another Friday night at work, but you didn't really mind. You work at a bar in town as a sexy waitress. It wasn't too bad, you got great tips. The place wasn't that crowded for a Friday night, so there wasn't much to do. You're standing behind the bar waiting to serve someone when you notice someone gazing at you. Damn. He was attractive. You awkwardly make eye contact with him and suddenly look away, but he gets up and makes his way over to you.
"Hey, I'm Brendon." He says to you.
"Y/N." You reply. "What can I get you Brendon?"
"I'll just have a beer....so Y/N how long have you worked here?"
You were a little taken aback by the question. Most guys don't really care about that.
"Nearly a year."
"Do you like it?"
"Yeah I guess...it could be worse."
This was just the beginning of your conversation with Brendon. You talked for the next hour, you forgot you were even supposed to be working.
"So, Y/N, any chance I'll see you here tomorrow night?" Brendon asks.
"Actually, I have tomorrow off."
"Well that's great then."
"Why?" You ask. "So when you show up tomorrow you don't have to deal with me?" You ask jokingly.
"No. It's great because I'm taking you out on a date tomorrow night."
"What makes you so sure I'm agreeing to a date with you?" You ask.
"Because I can see it in your eyes." Brendon says and you both laugh.
"Fine. Meet me here tomorrow at 7."
"Can't wait." Brendon says before standing up, kissing you on the cheek and walking out the door.
