Childish //Tomlinson au//

Four

I suppose this is the part where, in most instances, 'days and weeks' pass by. But, well, that simply isn't the case this time. In fact, it was just 6 hours before I ran into Eva again.

I had been having a lazy day at home, watching crap on the TV, and more predominantly, sleeping. It wasn't until the 6 o'clock news finished that I realized I was absolutely starving. Ravenous. Famished.

Of course, being in such a state of complete . . . lethargy, I didn't particularly feel like cooking. However, nor did I feel like devouring on some cheep take-away food, as I'd had the unhealthy 'food' almost every other night this week.

So then, what was my last choice? Well, it was the busy little restaurant, a few blocks away. Local Goddess was it's, in my opinion, rather pathetic name.

I mean, what does a goddess have to do with food? Nothing.

The only flaw in my spontaneous idea was, well, I didn't really want to go alone, and be classed as a 'loner,' or have people thinking I was there simply to get drunk.

Because that's not what my aim was.

Shaking my head free of those thoughts, I began to deliberate on who I should take with me.

Well, there was Eva, but 1) I did't have her number, and 2) I did't really think she'd come, anyway.

Lottie had recently moved to London, I supposed I could take her.

I laxily rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, and patted the couch, trying to find my phone. After turning the whole couch inside out and upside down, I found the damned thing, and so I searched through my small number of contacts, until I came to her name. I let out a chuckle when I saw her cross eyed profile picture, and tapped the long green 'call' button.

"Yellow?" She answered, after 3 piercing rings.

"Orange, actually." I retorted. "What do you say to coming an grabbing some dinner at Local Goddess?"

After a short pause of deliberation at the other end of the line, I finally heard her soft voice. "Alright, yeah. We do need to catch up, don't we? What time, then?"

"Now. if that's alright with you." We agreed on that and then hung up, silence immediately filled the air. To get rid of the awkwardness, I hastily searched for some decent cloths to wear. The end result turned out to be black skinny jeans with a white Rolling Stones t-shirt., which was probably my most used attire. 

After running a hand through my hair in attempt to make it presentable, I hopped behind the steering wheel of my car, and drove towards the busy main street.

By the time I arrived at the restaurant, Lottie was already there, tapping her finger on the table impatiently. 

Her eyes caught mine and she smiled, waving me over to her. I returned a smile back to her, and weaved in and out of the other tables, as the one she had chosen was right at the back of the room.

But just as I was within 5 meters of Lottie, my hears picked up a familiar sound. The sound of a thick voice, much like molasses, with a feminine intertwine to it.

I turned my head, scanning the room, until my eyes caught the familiar pale lilac hair. She was nodding and writing onto a small note pad, standing next to a table across the room.

(A/N

Sorry for the late update. Dedication to @sweaterlou because I absolutely love her stories)