Seeing Love (bxb)

23. Waiter

12/28/17
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Aden's POV

Sunday I woke up early, filled with determination.

I asked my dad for a ride to the flower shop, it took me 20 minutes trying to figure out which flowers smelled the best. Then asked my impatient father if he liked the color to which he gave a bored response that they were 'all the same' to him.

Finally I settled on a jasmine and rose bouquet that smelled pretty awesome. I never was a real fan of flowery scents back in New York but I gained true respect for the real deal now ever since I've spent so much time outdoors with Nick. Now nature has a new meaning.

I asked my dad's opinion but the only real input he gave was that they apparently were white.

Can't go wrong with white, right?

These are definitely the ones. I grinned.

The elderly lady that owned the boutique probably noticed the ginormous grin I was sporting cause she inquired of me if it was for someone special. Not like my mom special, more like significant other special. To which of course my cheeks heated up definitely giving myself away.

She cooed reminiscing of young love and such.

I guess she must of liked me cause she insisted to wrap the flower stems in her most expensive material that they usually use for fancy events instead of that cheap crinkly plastic wrap stuff I'd most likely get on my own. I at first declined the offer but she was persistent and I didn't feel like arguing. So I left the shop with a bouquet three times nicer then I'd intended but I wasn't complaining.

Then dad and I headed to the local pizza place. The Pizza Palace's pizza was mediocre at best compared to pizza in New York City but it was better then Dominos and was the only place in town.

At times it seems that everything was better in New York. Sometimes I really missed my old home, most of my life was easier but nonetheless I was happy I came to this town or I'd have never met Nick.

As we pulled up to his house and the nerves bubbled forth. I still don't understand how or why liking someone can make you so self conscious but here I was siting in front of his abode with sweaty palms clutching a stupid bouquet of silk wrapped roses.

If my past self had been told to do this I would have cussed him out but here I am.

Love does a number on everybody I guess.

I got out of the car.

Ok I hope his likes these damn flowers, I think to myself as I walk up his porch.

-Five years later-

"Aden table three's need more bread." Orlando the head waiter says while walking swiftly back to the kitchen.

"Ok got it." I say back to him.

The young couple at table three chatted unconcerned of my presents as I placed breadsticks on the age hardwood table. Their son played on his DS while eating chicken fingers while their daughter held a fry in one hand and a crayon in the other as she concentrated on her work of art.

I refill their waters as the mother left to freshen up in the bathroom.

The youngest who was previously coloring in our kids menu immediately perked up at seeing her mother gone.