The Small Café: A Crankgameplays/ Ethan Nestor Fanfic

Chapter Three: Again

  The next morning I walked into The Small Café again. A bell dinged letting the staff know someone entered, I was the one entering. Towards the couches the group of men caught my eye.
  They are here?
  It seemed strange, like it was too early for this. When I was starring at them confused, Ethan glanced over. We meet eye to eye, I froze for a second, until he started to wave me over.
  I paused for a second, debating what I should do. Suddenly his voice rang in my head, "Can you make some fucking friends for once in your life?"
  I sighed, then gestured to the counter, as if to say, "I need to order."
  Ethan gave me a slight nod of the head, so I continued. The same sleep deprived barista stood behind the cashier.
  "Can I have a hot chocolate," I hesitated for a second, "and a shortbread cookie," I tried to emphasize it. She rolled her eyes in response, but quickly prepared my order. I traded it for the money, and started to walk towards the men.
My stomach got that same feeling again, the queasy, gross feeling. But I pulled through, I sat down beside the shirt well built one. I faced Ethan.
Quickly he spoke up, "guys, this is Rosalie."
  The other two waved, before the tall one spoke up, "my name is Tyler." He gave me his big hand to shake, I shook it.
  The one right beside me then started to talk, "and mines Mark." I shook his hand as well.
  "Nice," I say, trying to squeak one thing out.
  We sat, ate and chatted. And by we chatted, I mean they chatted. Every now and then there would be a small gesture to get me included which was nice. They were nice people. I enjoyed their company and I sure God hoped thy enjoyed mine. Because I knew that I would see them again, probably become friends. If I'm lucky at least.

(A/N OOOOOH WHO IS he GUESS YOU WILL HAVE TO SEE LMAO HYPED ALSO CHECK OUT MY OTHER STORY IF YOU HAVENT OKAY BYE)