numb | fillie

confused

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in which ~ we discover to never judge a book by its cover
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millie's p.o.v.

we get in the van and finn starts heading to the diner. i play with the radio; trying to find a station.
i settle on leaving it off, since they never play good music on the radio anyways.

i kick off my shoes and put my feet up on the dashboard, leaning back in my seat.

"get your dirty feet off my dashboard, pretty girl." finn laughs, swatting at my feet.

i giggle.

"focus on the road, wolfhard."

i look out the car window at the trees we're passing. the sky is full of gorgeous stars.

"it's really pretty out tonight." finn says, as if he read my mind.

"it really is." i reply.

finn reaches over and grabs my hand.

"so beautiful." he says.

"yeah the sky is gorgeous." i answer, not looking at him.

he squeezes my hand so i turn and face him.

finn looks over at me. "i wasn't talking about the sky." he winks.

i feel my cheeks heat up.

"eyes on the road, wolfhard."

he smirks; looking back at the wheel.

we pull into an almost empty parking lot. finn gets out of the van and i follow. the restaurant is set up like an old seventies diner.

finn takes my hand and leads me to a booth in the corner. i sit down and he sits across from me.

"so mills, why'd you decide to come back to me?" finn asks.

"it was a spur of the moment decision." i admit.

"hmm, well i'm glad you made it." he replies looking me in the eye.

i look down at my menu.

why did i decide to get in the van? i never really thought about it. huh.

my thoughts are interrupted by the clacking of heels on the tile floor.

i glance up to see a pretty blond waitress heading in our direction; her curly hair bouncing behind her.

she skips over to our table.

"hi, i'm iris and i'll be your waitress tonight. welcome to benny's diner, can i take your order?" she asks twirling a strand of her hair with a finger.

she stares between finn and i, expectingly.

finn's the first to speak, "um yeah, i'll have some bacon, toast and eggs please. and we'll get a chocolate milkshake to share." he tells iris.

finn looks over at me.

"and for you, hun?" iris asks impatiently.

"i-i'll get some avacado on toast please." i tell her.

she rolls her eyes and writes out our order on her pad of paper; sticking the pen behind her ear when she's finished.

i look down at my hands under the table and don't look back up till i hear the clicking of her heals leaving our table.

when i look back up finn's staring at me.

"you've got to stop staring, it's borderline creepy." i say.