Shooting Stars |Sidemen FF|

.Chapter 5.

Porshea's POV

I stare at the piece of paper from last night. Should I call him, or should I just text? I think the safest route right now is to start texting. I entered his phone number into my phone and placed my phone on the counter. I wanted Sammie here so she could help me on what to say to him, but she is at he Art class, and isn't back til 4. I looked at the time on my phone and saw it was 10am. I start work in a half an hour. 

I walked to the big mirror in the hallway and checked my work clothes. I placed a strand of hair behind my ear and went back into the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, unscrewed the cap and took a sip. I grabbed my car keys from the key holder beside the fridge, then my phone and left the house, locking it afterwards.

I got into my car, placed my water bottle on the passenger seat and put the aux cord in my phone. I'll text blondie later. Huh, that reminds me of Simon, it was my nickname for him, now it feels strange calling someone else it. I went on Spotify and pressed shuffle. 'Closer' by The Chainsmokers ft Halsey came on. I started up the car, whilst mouthing the words to the song. (honestly a decent song, ckeck it out if you haven't, yet you've probs heard it coz tis popular)

I arrived at Nando's moments later. A tad bit late because of traffic, but I know that I will get a mouthful from Will. I stepped foot into Nando's and Will was leaning against the waiting counter. He looked at me and stood up. "Late again are we?" He questioned and I rolled my eyes. "There was traffic on the way, I'm only a couple minutes late, no one is here yet, so it doesn't matter." I told him as I walked towards the back.

He grabbed my wrist and spun me around. "That's no problem Po, you can be as late as you want to be, you would still get paid." Will told me, smiling. This is strange, he doesn't smile that much and he doesn't let people off easily. "Okay?" I said, a confused expression was plastered on my face. "Oh, customers are coming. Get into the back quickly and get ready." He told me, turning me around and pushing me slightly forward. The fuck is happening today. 

I enter the back room and place my apron on. I walked out and saw the big group from yesterday. "Hello, welcome to Nando's. How many people do we have here?" I asked. "5 at the moment, 2 will be arriving shortly." The dark skinned guy with the sticky up hair told me and I grabbed 5 menus. "This way." I said, leading them to the same table as yesterday. 

They sat down and I gave them their menus. "Where is your friend from yesterday?" The Indian guy asked. "Oh, she doesn't work today or Saturdays, as she has Art classes." I told him, grabbing my writing pad and pen from the apron pouch. "What would you like to drink?" I asked. They told me what they wanted and I wrote them down. "What's your name? We asked yesterday but was interrupted." The guy with the 'tbjzl' snapback asked. 

I opened my mouth but I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders. "Is there any problem here?" Will asked and I rolled my eyes. "Nothing Will, just asking what drinks they want." I retort, no emotion in my voice. He started rubbing my shoulders which made me slightly uncomfortable, "Cheer up, be happy. I'll make you happy." He whispered the last part. Definitely not creepy. "Excuse me, not meaning to be rude or anything, but she looks slightly uncomfortable by your actions." The bearded man said. "She isn't uncomfortable, I'm just encouraging her. I need to see you in the back on your break." He whispered the last part to me, before walking away. 

I flipped him off as he walked away, making the guys laughed slightly, the guy with the sticky up hair, and the other guy with the contagious laugh, stood out the most. "Does that always happen?" The guy with the contagious laugh asked, and I nodded slightly. "Yeah, but I'm used to it." I told them, placing the pen in the pouch. I looked around the place and saw that it is pretty much empty. Thursdays tend to be the dead day, where there is rarely anyone here.