That Boy With The Beanie

Donuts?

 “Really?” I say, what an idiot. “Is that true?” I feel like crying with happiness.

“Well…Yeah” He says. Aw, he’s blushing.

“Well I love you to the moon and back” I say back. Now I’m the one blushing.

We are interrupted by a 20-odd year old guy with spiky hair, our waiter. He looks bored and has bad posture.

“You ready to order, sir?” He says, with very little effort. He bites his lip. Not anywhere near as hot as when Luke does it.

“Um” Luke looks at me, slightly nervous-looking “You ready to order, babe?” He turns to me. The guys starts to get impatient.

“Um…” To be honest, I haven’t really looked at the menu. Not much choice. I pick the first thing I see “I’ll have the quarter-pound cheese burger with fries” I say, the guy taking notes.

“With onions?” The guy asks

“No, thanks”

The guys scribbles something down then looks at Luke .He doesn’t even say anything, just waits for Luke to answer.

“I’ll have the half pounder burger, cheese, onions and no salad, please” He says in a tone that says ‘you’re being ignorant, so I am too’.

“Okay, drinks?” He says, lifting an eyebrow.

“Um… A vanilla toffee milkshake please” I say.

“Coke” Luke says, simply.

“K” The guy says, rudely, as he walks away.

Rude.

“Some service, huh?” Luke says, gesturing towards the waiter.

“I guess” I don’t really care.

“Anyway…” Luke says, changing the subject “You want deserts after?” He asks

I look at the dessert menu. The stuff is really expensive but in tiny quantities of food.

“Um, if you want?” I respond

“Um, fancy some Krispy Kreme donuts?” He says, smirking.

Sounds freaking delicious.

“Yes!” I almost shout “Sounds delicious” I say in an Ozzie accent. Luke pulls a serious face, than bursts out into a fit of laughter. I join him.

After 5 minutes of laughing, our food arrives. Luke really was starving and gobbles his food down in like 5 minutes, while I eat half of mine in 10 minutes. I finish it off, not to be rude to Luke.

When I finish, Luke calls for our cheque. He doesn’t let me see the cheque, but I know it’s big by his smirk at him looking at it.

We stand up and Luke tucks my chair in for me (aw) then our hands entwine, and we walk out.