Gasoline.

5

It was Thursday and that meant that Saturday was right around the corner. I was feeling a melting pot of things.

I felt excited. I was excited to spend the night with in Zayn's company.

I felt curious. I was curious about what more I was going to learn about Zayn. Did he dance? How good did he look in a suit, if your everyday tshirt and jeans was a look straight out of a fashion magazine for the guy.

I felt anxious. I wasn't sure how my heart or mind were going to act when I came face to face with Evan again. Was I over him? Was my heart going to break all over again?

I cleared table seven clear of the dirty dishes, many of which were still filled with food. Normani helped me clear off the table by taking the glasses that were still filled to the brim. I let out an irritated laugh and aggressively shoved the dollar tip for a thirty dollar meal into my waist apron.

This table of particular people were the worst! It was two couples around my age. The guys were complete assholes and spilled their drinks not once, but two times. The blonde guy complained that his french fries tasted "french" which made his little girlfriend laugh hysterically, but it made me want to throw the cup of soda I was squeezing tightly at their faces. The brunette that had a mustache like he took a pencil and shaded in a line then complained that his new water tasted like it came from "the toilet" and joked that the place should be shut down. Shaded mustache guy also said that when he becomes president someday he's gonna come for this place first, because I told him we didn't do any "birthday dances", his redhead girlfriend laughed and told him it's not even his birthday, and he said I'm glad because coming here would have made it the worst birthday ever.

Now, I'm fairly reasonable but these assholes were really pushing my buttons. I was having a great day, until they came in.

"I want it to be five already. I want to leave!" I groaned, resting my elbows on the counter top and my chin in the palm of my hands. "You can survive two more hours," Normani said grabbing a plate of fried spam to bring to a table.

She glanced to her left at the sound of the front door opening. "Look the sunshine to your cloudy day," she said before walking away. I looked to my left and saw Zayn walking behind Po'koa, one of the hostesses. I smiled at the sight of him. He unfortunately wasn't seated at one of my tables.

I walked around the counter and over to Zayn's table. I had no tables to attend to right now so I sat across from him. "What are you doing here?" I asked with a smile.
"I told you I wasn't going to be able to survive until Saturday," he winked. I laughed and could feel myself blushing.

"When do you get out?" he asked.
"In a little less than two hours," I answered, my voice was dripping with disappointment. "Well, what do you say, you and I, go do something?" I frowned at his question. "I can't." He frowned at my answer. "I got fitted for a dress on Tuesday, and the woman, Ms. Speedy Fingers, already has it finished. She wants me to come in and see how it fits."

"Can I start you off with a drink?" Zayn and I turned to the honey like voice that belonged to Normani. "Oh, I didn't even notice that it was you, Lauren," she laughed.
"I'll take a coke. Thanks," Zayn said.

I patted Zayn's hand. "I'm gonna go now." He held my hands tight.
"No. Don't go." Normani had a grin on her face as this happened, but she was trying to hide it with her orderpad. "Saturday," I said, sliding out of the booth. "Why not tonight? I'm sure you're not going to be trying on your dress for the entire night." I glanced at Normani who was giving me the eyes that said, DO IT! I looked back to Zayn. "Okay. I'll see you later." He pumped his fist into the air, as if I said yes to a proposal. I laughed, and walked away to one of my tables that I should have been attending to this entire time. Another shitty tip, I thought.