Shawn Mendes Imagines

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i tapped my glossy black finger nails on the table. i rested my head in the palm of my hand while waited to have my order taken. the bell above the door rang signaling someone just walked in. i turned my head to see a boy with dark brown hair styled in a quiff, a gray t-shirt that was tight around his muscular arms, black skinny jeans, and black converses. i turned back  around in the booth and looked down at the menu in front of me.

my eyes followed him while he walked past me. he slid into a booth in front of me. his back faced me while he read over the various foods he could order.

"what can i get you to eat?" a waitress that looked about 35 asked me while she took a pen out of her apron.

"ill have the number 5, with a coke." i smiled and handed her back my menu.
she nodded and wrote down my order before walking away. my eyes landed back on the guy from earlier. the same women that took my order was now waiting on him. i listened closely to what he ordered.

"a number 7 with no tomato, and a water to drink." his voice was deep and soft. he whispered something to the waitress causing a smile to form on her lips and she nodded her head.

he licked his lips before turning his head slightly to look out the window beside him. i decided to look away before he saw me staring at him. the waitress brought me my food and handed me a white napkin.

"the boy told me to give you this." she said once i took the napkin from her. a phone number was written in black ink across the napkin. the name 'shawn' was signed under it. the boy turned around to look at me, his lips curved into a smile revealing his perfectly straight white teeth.