Hearing a chuckle I wrinkled my nose and pushed my glasses up, trying to focus on the page in front of me. A throat clearing sound broke my attention again and I gazed over my book at the man that just sat down at the counter in the diner. He threw me a grin and I shyly smiled at him as he looked at the books stacked around me, some on the table and some on the bench next to me. I went back to reading and it was silent for a moment, until the old leather bench across from me let out a sound of protest as he slide to sit directly across from me. I looked up as a waitress walked by and stopped by him.
"Would you like to order anything, sweetheart?" She said smiling brightly at him and twirling her hair with her fingers. He glanced up at her and smiled but his eyes automatically went back to me, and it made my heart skip a beat.
"Pie. And a new ice cold water for the lady." He retorted and she looked over and me, then at the empty glass of water that's been sitting there for ten minutes screaming to be refilled. She scoffed, turned, and walked away, her body had a new tension to it.
"Oh hey, wait." He called after her and she spun around, the smile finding it's way to her face again. "I changed my mind. An order of burger and fries and make sure to cut the burger in half so we can share. Add that to the order." He said thoughtfully and chuckled when she stomped away from him. I smiled and watched after her and laughed when she appeared in the kitchen window, her arms flailing in every direction as she told anyone who was listening what just happened. I shook my head and stared at the book before me before sliding in a book mark and setting it onto a pile next to me, and I finally looked at him fully. His brown hair was peaked at the front, messily but neat. His chin and jaw bone were cuddled with a little stubble. He had freckles sprawled out across the bridge of his nose and his cheek bones. His bright green eyes smiled at me as my grayish blue ones met his. He reached over the table and held out his hand, "Dean. Dean Winchester." He stated and I grabbed his hand and shook it. "__(F/N)__. __(F/N & L/N)__." I stated back and we both chuckled.
We sat for a half an hour and our food came, the waitress not looking at us in the process. I smiled as he pushed the plate in between us and picked up his half of the burger, taking a huge bite out of it. I picked up a couple of french fries and let out a laugh as I watched him chew, his cheeks puffed out like a squirrels. He gave me a chubby cheek smile and I picked up my half of the burger and took a gracious bite out of it. He smiled after he swallowed all of his food and reached out for a napkin, reaching over and wiping ketchup away from the corner of my mouth. I blushed and watched him eat fries like nothing happened. I took another big bite and shoved some fries into my face as well, him doing the same. We finished and he looked at the pie and offered me the fork, granting me the first bite. I took a little bite, having never liking pie in the past, I didn't want him to know that. The pie crust melted in my mouth and the apple filling was warm and deliciously gooey. I let out a satisfied sigh and passed the fork over to him. He took half of the pie on his fork and, of course, ate in one bite. Because pie. I laughed and took the fork from him, eating a bigger bite and closing my eyes and letting out an 'mmm' sound. I let him finish the pie, and after he was done we stacked all of our empty plates together at the end of the table. I reached in my bag and scrambled to find a pen. Reaching over, I surprised both of us by writing my number on his hand. I smiled at him and stood up, collecting all of my books and swinging my bag onto my shoulder and looked down at him. I grinned at him and shrugged, "Text or call me sometimes." I spoke out as he smiled wide and got up, opening the door for me and walking me to my car. He opened the door, taking some books and stacking them in the backseat. I kissed his cheek and smiled as the stubble lightly tickled me. I got in my car and he leaned against a '67 chevy impala and watched as I took off down the road in my '67 ford mustang. I waved out the window before I turned around a corner, disappearing from his sight and heading home.
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"So he didn't call or text you?" Stirling questioned, giving me an astonished look. Sighing, I looked down at my plate and pushed the golden potatoes around with my finger.
"Nope, nothing. It's been two days." My phone buzzed twice, but I payed no attention to it.
"Huh, speaking of the devil." She stated and shook her head, ripping a breaded chicken tender in half and dunking it in ranch. I lunged forward and grabbed my phone, quickly sliding my thumb across the screen and reading one simple message, "I see you?" I read out loud and looked around the restaurant, not spotting him, I looked outside. There he was, leaning against his car smirking at me.
"Oh wow, he's cute!" Stirling squealed as my face got hot and I rolled my eyes. We watched him saunter up to the restaurant and I smiled and shook my head, "Yeah, I guess he is." I agreed and waved at him through the glass as he got closer.
