Shawn Mendes Imagines

Something Like Faith - Part 2

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Music:
~ Storm Warning by Hunter Hayes
~ Unstable by Zak Abel
~ If You Ever Want To Be In Love by James Bay

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I placed the dirty dishes back in the table, forgetting about the fact I was supposed to be working now, which seconds ago felt very important. Curiosity and confusion blocked my mind, making me unable to think straight. Frighten and doubt started growing inside me, and my heart was racing at an alarming rate. My mind was trying to organize my messy thoughts, to finally decide o what to do next.

The answer was easy: pretend to go to the restroom, and check them out. Pretty simple, right? They wouldn't notice anything, I would go back to work, and finish another usual day in my life.

But who was it? Why was Miranda so astonished about it? I couldn't get it. What apparently interesting person could happen to be in this insignificant, boring little town, and why would I even care?

"Who is it?", I asked my best friend, hesistant about whether I'd like the answer or not.

"You need to see it for yourself", she said, and a wide smile replaced her shocked expression. I frowned in confusion.

"What the hell is going on?, I thought.

My friends were all looking at me from their seats, waiting for my next move. I was kind of waiting for my brain to react as well, to be honest.

"I'll be right back", I finally said and started walking towards the 'bathroom'. Suddenly, it felt like I was walking in a parade and my legs were two jelly sticks. I felt stupid. I probably looked dreadful. This isn't Shawn Mendes, you idiot. Just calm down. It's probably someone you used to know; you'll have a little chat and next thing you know you'll be back and all of this worried will have been in vain, I tried to convince myself.

My heart slowed its rate as I kept walking. Well, at least it did until my defective vision became clearer. No no no no no, I repeated to my insides.

I considered the possibility that I might have been allucinating, because what I was seeing just wasn't possible. Andrew Gertler, Shawn Mendes' manager and Geoff Warburton couldn't be here. It just couldn't be true.

I kept walking towards the bathroom. the third person was wearing a maroon hoodie and facing backwards. I deduced who it was, but I also knew this was just some kind of sick joke or something, so I limited myself to move my feet forward and avoid thinking.

And then I saw him. He was laughing, and his beautiful smile framed his perfectly aligned set of white, shiny teeth. His eyes were narrowed and shining as well. Geoff was sitting next to him, and Andrew in front. An old fashioned plate, a half-eaten chocolate chipped muffin and what I assumed was a cup of coffee or tea were placed before him. He took a sip from it, and placed it back on the table. He looked happy and comfortable. Gosh, he was even more handsome in person.

I smiled unintentionally and thanked none of them noticed me, because I most likely looked like I creep, or at least stupid. But I didn't care. Even if this was just a dream, something I highly considered, he was there, smiling, where I could see him. Everything disappeared, and I could only hear my rapid heartbeats and his voice, his laugh. I don't know for how long I stood or floated there, but something took me off my trance.

"Honey, are you okay?", asked Mag, who was now standing beside me while her hand was on my shoulder and giving slight shakes to wake me up, I assumed. She looked concerned.

"Yeah, I-"

"Could you please help me with this order, honey? Take it to the gentleman on table seven, would you?", she interrupted me.