Run (John O'Callaghan Fanfiction)

Chapter 8 - John

I can't believe it's her.

"John?" She says quietly, looking at me as if I were from some other planet. "You remember me?"

"How could I forget a face like that?" I say, trying to act at least a little smooth. I'm not good with girls. At all. 

She pushes her hair behind her ear, looking down. 

"Anyway, uhm I'm working..." She says, her voice barely above a whisper. She clears her throat. "How may I help you?" She says, louder this time. Looking back up tome, her eyes meeting mine. She lets a smile tug it's way onto her lips, and she takes my order.

After I finish, I pay for my drink and lean on the counter a little bit. 

"So," I say awkwardly, turning my gaze to look at her. "Lyrick. How is that spelled? L-Y-R-I-C? Like song lyrics?" I finish, giving her a questioning look. She chuckles.

"Yeah, except add a 'k' onto the end. L-Y-R-I-C-K." She answers, spelling it out and smiling at me. A warm, inviting smile. Her teeth aren't perfectly straight when she smiles all the way, but it fits her perfectly. It's a cute little quirk, almost. I want to see that smile all the time. 

Why am I thinking about some girl I've known for 10 minutes, at the most, like this? I've never had real feelings for any girl, ever, before. Why do I have this weird obsession for a girl I don't even know?

This is getting creepy.

"Here you go, sir." She says drily, handing my drink to me with a small smile. 

I'm gonna do it. I don't care. I can't keep having these weird thoughts. 

"Hey, Lyrick with a k?" I say, smiling at her and taking a sip of my drink. She shuffles to my end of the counter, giggling the whole way.

"Yes, John with a j?" She retorts.

"Good one," I note, looking into her eyes, not too hard, just enough to appreciate the light brown color. They're almost golden. They're beautiful. "uh, would you be interested on maybe going on a date with me, or something? Or hanging out, I don't know, whatever I ju-"

"I'd love too, John." She says with a chuckle, cutting me off.  I smile in satisfaction, not even caring that she'd interrupted me. I was rambling anyways. 

"Well, maybe if I had your number we could plan something?" I say, lifting my shoulders a little, trying to make it sound like more of a suggestion rather than me asking for her number.

She giggles a little and shakes her head. "Let me see your phone or something, goofball."

"Right." I pull my phone from my front pocket, unlocking and pulling up my contacts, clicking on the option to make a new one. I hand it to her. She types in her number, along with her name, saves it, and hands it back. She smirks a little.

"It was nice seeing you again, John. But I should get back to work." 

"Of course. I'll let you get back to it, then." I say backing up from the counter a little. "See you later, darlin'."

"See you later, John."

I wave a hand and turn on my heel, walking towards the door and out of it, grinning like an idiot.

How did I even swing that? I suck with girls!

I swear, she's perfect or somethin', because I'm never that way with anyone. I can't ever get a date to save my life, and I got a date with her?

I don't even want to think about it anymore. I'll psych myself out. I just want to walk home, and be happy that for once, I might not have to worry about not being enough for someone.