Pizza-line Bling

Caesar Salad

*Leslie's P.O.V.*

Returning at our table, I was mentally slapping myself trying to find a way to ask for Drake's number.

How the hell was I going to do it? I don't even know his last name and I'll ask for his number, really?

I sat on the table, next to an empty seat. I hoped Drake hadn't left without saying goodbye, but I wouldn't let myself think about it too much.

Maybe he went to see his secret girlfriend.

Fine, maybe I did think of him.

"Um," a girl wearing the pizzeria's uniform tapped on my shoulder, as I was munching on my Americano Pizza. She looked familiar, maybe from school or something. "Hey, Leslie, right?" she asked shyly. "I'm Abi, we had Math together a couple years ago-"

"Right! Hi," I greeted back, although I still wasn't sure about who she was.

"I just wanted to give you this," she handed me our receipt. "Don't throw it away," she noted and without sparing me another look, walked away.

Oh well.

I put the folded piece of paper on the table next to my pizza.

$5.50, I saw from the corner of my eye. No way that receipt was ours.

As I examined it further, I noticed something written at the back. It was a phone number marked in a blue pen. Unfolding the paper, the word "Drake" appeared right above.

My eyes bulged out of their sockets. Should I feel blessed or embarrassed? Did she hear me talking with the girls? Did she tell Drake?

When he eventually came back I acted like nothing happened. We did some small talk along with the others and even managed to exchange a few interests and favourites, like pizza toppings and perfect breakfasts. He was fun to be around with. Laughed a lot, even at his own jokes. Even when nobody else did. Which was cute.

That night I went home along with Mia. I did have to do some persuading on her mum, but in the end she got to stay. I wouldn't be able to text Drake without my best friend.

"How do we do this?" I asked Mia once we were both seated on my bed.

"Why don't you start by unlocking your phone? Gosh, you make it sound like we're murdering someone," she shook her head.

I stuck my tongue out at her and did as I was told. Unlocking my phone, I tapped on the messaging app on my phone screen. Quickly typing Drake's number, I saved it and started composing a message.

Me: Hey

I let out a big breath, and looked at Mia. She gave me a reassuring smile and pointed at my phone.

We had an answer already.

Drake: Who's this?

Mia started singing "I know it all" using the melody of 'I Want It All' from High School Musical.

I handed the phone over to her - since she knew it all - and sank my head in my fluffy stuffed bear.

"Can't look," I sighed feeling my heart pound inside my chest.

Not longer that a minute had passed when Mia handed me back my phone. I started reading the messages.

Me: It's the girl you wanted to meet yesterday and delivered her pizza ;)

Drake: Leslie?

Me: What? No.

Drake: What do you mean 'no'?

Me: I'm not Leslie... I'm the girl you met with yesterday...

Drake: But you said you're the girl I wanted to meet...

Me: Yeah.. So?

Drake: It was Leslie I wanted to meet...

After I finished reading, to say I was blushing would be an understatement. Drake had confessed that it was me who he wanted to meet. It was my order he stole from Spencer.

My phone buzzed, signaling the arrival of a new message.

Drake: But if you aren't Leslie, then... Who the hell are you and how did you find my number?

"Now what?" I shrieked and threw the phone towards Mia.

"Don't ask me! It wasn't supposed to go like that in the first place," she said anxiously.

Drake: I'm waiting...

Fuck.