Bianca's POV
I was sitting down at the dinner booth all alone. I looked around nervously for a guy with a black baseball cap and a denim jacket. I kept looking and looking but I didn't see anyone. The waitress came for the 5th time and asked for my order and I ordered an ice tea. I don't know why I accepted to come here if I didn't want to meet him and if I was only going to order an iced tea. Well not meet him exactly but just get a glimpse of him. I wanted to get up and walk around and to at least try and find him. I decided it was better to text him and see if he was here.
hey are you here?
yeah i'm here
where are you?
i'm sitting in a corner lol
well when are you going to be done eating
like in 10 minutes
but if you keep texting me then it'll take me more
well ok
but i finished eating so i'm all ready to go
fine fine
i'm getting up as we speak
okay
wait
are you wearing a black shirt with a burgundy cardigan?
uhhh yeah
wait
i see you
but i can't see your face
maybe we'll see each other around
read at 9:56 pm
I looked up from my phone and looked up to where I had seen him. But he wasn't there. I started to walk back and back to my dinner booth. I walked back to my seat with disappointment. All I got to see was his hat not his face. I wanted to confirm that my theory of him being who I though he was, but that couldn't happen. I wanted to see if I had really been texting Justin. If not then Brenda would kill me. When I was close to where my seat was someone bumped into me. I was basically thrown onto the strangers chest. I sniffed. He smelled good. Smelled like cologne.
"Sorry."
I rested my hand on the strangers chest and noticed he was wearing a denim jacket and a black, skin tight shirt. I kept looking up and saw a black baseball cap. I couldn't deny it anymore. My suspicions were right. I had before me the boy I would sing along to. They boy who I admired and spent money on to see him live. I felt tears flood my eyes. I only managed to say one thing before running out.
"Hey Justin."
He smiled back at me. I managed to give a simple smile and I started to rush away. I walked back to my seat and sat down in the little corner. I started to feel tears sting my eyes and I started laughing and giggling. And it's not that I was crying because I had meet him, it's because I had sent nudes to Justin Bieber and that thought was too ridiculous to believe.
