The Boy Upstairs (DanXReader)

Chapter 6: PHANCAKES

Preemptive A/N: Feh... easy puns are the best puns sometimes... anyhoo... enjoy!

It had been so sunny when we'd left the apartment. But, as I remembered, the U.K. had a tendency to get rain. I just hadn't realized it would happen so suddenly and so quickly.

Dan and I quickly rushed into the nearest building, both of us shivering and looking like we'd just finished going for a swim. We were the picture perfect examples of why you shouldn't leave home without a coat and umbrella, no matter how sunny it looks outside.

I sighed, glancing around to see where we were. My eyes widened as I realized it was a fancy restaurant and all of the patrons seemed to be staring at us. I was now two for two on making people stare in dining establishments.

I glanced at Dan uncomfortably as he awkwardly shuffled towards the hostess and asked for a table. "I-uh... yea... could we get a table for two, please?

The hostess looked at us with a bit of disdain before nodding and leading us to the back, away from the other patrons. I felt slow gazes following us until we reached our table. I sat down in the chair that Dan had pulled out for me and muttered a quick thank you, thankful that my matted wet hair partially covering my blush. Dan sat across from me as an amused looking waiter handed us some menus.

"Good morning, I'm Robert and I'll be your server today. Can I get you two started with some water? Or... have you both had your fill from the rain?"

I looked at Robert with a sheepish grin. "I-I'll have a cup of tea please..."

Robert raised an eyebrow and smiled a wide grin. "What a lovely accent, it's not often tourists come here! What kind of tea would you like?" he asked, sounding rather enthusiastic.

I blushed and looked at the menu, now feeling self-conscious about my melded accent. "Th-the English breakfast tea will be fine..." I said quietly.

"An excellent choice! How many sugars would you like?"

"T-two..."

Robert nodded and turned his attention over to him, jotting down my order. "And for you, sir?"

"I'll have the same."

Robert nodded with smile. "I'll be right back with those," he said, leaving Dan and I on our own.

 "So are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Dan asked after a few moments of silence.

"Wha-what?" I asked, hiding behind the menu of overly priced dishes.

"We're just in time for the brunch menu..." Dan said, peaking over my menu with a grin.

My eyes widened as I lowered my menu to look at Dan, a smile growing on my face. "You don't mean..."

"I do..."

"Pancakes..." I whispered, practically drooling already.

I hadn't had a good batch British pancakes in years. Mum and Dad had never understood my obsession as they were never the biggest pancake fans themselves. It had always been Dan's mum who'd indulged our pleas for pancake days. This meant I'd spent many a morning over Dan's gorging with him on pancakes. I'd missed it.

Dan must've seen how excited I was because his smile grew wider and he let out a small chuckle. "I'll take that as a yes then."

"I'd never say no to pancakes..." I said with a serious tone. "Do you know how long it's been since I had a good British pancake? IHOP can only get you so far Dan... I've been without proper pancakes for the last twelve years..."