His petite model & her spicy Cuban

Late night talks

Not much happened once I got the gentlemen their food and wine. I went back to work and replayed that moment when he said my name. It sent shivers down my back it was like he was the only person that could make me feel satisfied in that moment. But eventually, both of them left and I went to go clean the table before ending my shift. What really hit me was that I would probably never seen him again, I guess I just have to get over it.

As I was clearing off the table, I stopped and looked at a napkin with writing on it. I looked closely and it turned out to have a note with my name on it.

I smiled and began to read, " To Katey, call me anytime you'd like. You seem like a very nice lady and have a really nice ass. If you ever want ANYTHING just call." I giggled by the amount of pen he used to make it that word all caps. I continued reading and gasped when I reached the end, only to see his phone number and his name "901-101-9680...Lyle ;)" My first thought was did he really just put a winky face? But my next thought came out of my mouth before I could stop myself "LYLE!" I shout. My heart swoons just by thought of his name. I look around the restaurant only to see everyone's eyes on me "shit..." I mumble. I quickly hide the napkin in my pocket and continue to clean the rest of the table in a rush to escape my embarrassment.

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I open the door to my apartment and immediately go to my bathroom. "Home me sweet home." I say with a relief. I grab my bath bomb, my red speaker, and a bathrobe.

I blast some Bruce Springsteen and then some Harry Connick Jr, before entering the bath. Once I'm in, I sing at the top of my lungs. Celine Dion comes on playing My Heart Will Go On and I tilt my head up thinking about Lyle and what he's doing.

    A light bulb immediately lights up in my head. Should I call him? Or is it too soon? I'll sound desperate if I do but a total ass if I don't. Screw it.

I get out of the bath, put my robe on, and proceed to comb my long hair, wrapping it into a messy bun. I look at the mirror and smile "here's the moment of truth." I say to myself.

I take out the napkin out of my work clothes before putting them in the wash and grab my phone. I take a deep breath before dialing the number, "You can do this Katey, if he answers then you can make your move. Just do it...you got this." I say as I coach myself.

I dial the numbers and wait patiently, immediately regretting my choice, "please don't pick up, please don't pick up." I say desperately. "Fuck this, he's probably too busy to even have time to ever talk to me, forget about it." Before I press the end button he answers and with no hesitation he says "Katey?"

"Oh h-hi um yeah it's me." I respond as I awkwardly laugh.

"Hey." he says with an awkward chuckle.

"So-uh what you up to?" I ask. What the fuck? I sound like a total creep.

"Good it's uh really good...sorry I feel like I'm being a total creep right now and I'm not really like that in real life it's just I haven't really dated in a while and it's complicated ya know? Shi-I mean you probably shouldn't have known that. I mean you could've it's not that big of a deal but I'm...h-anyways." He says in a rush. It's adorable to see how he acts when he's nervous.

"It's fine Lyle." I say as I laugh a bit. "I feel the EXACT same way no worries." I add, on starting to feel a bit more at ease knowing that we both are horrible at these kinds of things.

"Oh good." He says with a tone of great relief. So how's the rest of your day been?" He questions.

"It's been good actually, I got home and took a bath while listening to some Bruce Springsteen." I say back.

"Nice-wait YOU LISTEN TO BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN TOO!" He says with excitement.

"Yeah! I love his music, the classics always have a place in my heart." I respond.

"SAME I sometimes kind of consider myself as a 80s man ya know?" Lyle says confidently. I smile to myself and pause to just take in the moment and the realization that we both like the same kind of music. There aren't many people these days that LIVE for the classics like I do.

Before I can say anything he adds, "So do you ever want to hang out sometime? This seems a bit soon but since we both like the same music I want to take you somewhere that I think you might like."

My eyes widen by the thought of him and I together. "Yeah sure!" I say eagerly.

"Okay awesome. How's tomorrow sound? I could pick you up after work and we could go from there."

"That sounds great, I'm excited to see where you take me." I say giggling.

"Aight sounds good." He responds back.

After that we continued with other topics, it felt like hours upon hours when we talked. We talked about his other favorite artists and his favorite shows which guess what...IS MIAMI VICE. Then talked about some other really interesting stuff. Once we both realized it was almost 12pm we decided to call it a night and end the call.

Let's see where this goes, I'm hoping that he might want to be more than friends. If not, then I'm going to get friend zoned REAL HARD.

I set my phone to charge and jump back on my bed covering myself in the freshly washed soft silk covers and my head resting upon a bunch of memory foamed pillows.