Cigarette Smoke // FILLIE

Black Coffee

"Hi there, I'm Savanna and I'll be your waiter today." The young, early thirties-aged woman, introduces through her subtle yet soft southern accent while handing us both laminated menus.

"Can I start you lovelies off with a drink?" She suggests, pulling out her notepad and pen as she flips it open.

Finn nods, "Yeah, about that- I think drinks is all we'll be ordering today."

Glancing to the 'drinks' section of the menu, my eyes stop at the title of milkshakes.

Oh.. milkshakes, how I adore you.

Unknowingly licking my lips, I look back up at the whisper of my nickname, 'Brit'.

"You gonna order?" He asks as the two of them wait patiently for my answer.

My eyes widen as I rush to speak, "Oh- uh, yeah. Yeah, I'll just have the caramel macchiato, please."

Finn snickers in amusement at my flustered answer; shrugging innocently when I give him a quick glare.

"Alright, I'll be back with a black coffee and caramel macchiato." Savanna explains with a smile, taking our menus as she then vanishes into the kitchen.

Furrowing my brows, I let my gaze trail back to the freckled boy.

"Black coffee?" I repeat in disbelief.

Finn shrugs, "It's good and clean- just the beans, Brit." I repress a giggle though a smile still manages to creep onto my face.

"What?" He queries quickly though still in a lazy manner.

I shake my head, "Did you mean to rhyme?"

Finn rolls his eyes as I let out a soft giggle, shaking his own head as he snickers to himself.

"You're something else, Brit. Can't say I've met any like you." He admits as he leans back on the booth, raising his foot to rest on his opposite knee underneath the table.

I raise an eyebrow, "What's so special about me?"

A smug smirk plasters over his chapped, smoker lips that somehow still seem to look so soft and gentle. His eyes travel to the window in attempts to avoid mine.

What's so funny?

"Finn, tell me!" I plead sweetly, his eyes only glancing to me for a split second before his smile begins to fade.

"No can do I'll tell you another time, Brit." He replies with a shrug.

Sighing in disappointment, I let it go as I notice him gulp nervously; his ticks suddenly coming back as his leg begins bouncing again.

Do think maybe he's nervous because of last night? No, no way.

"So Finn, about last night.." I mention nervously, trailing off as his face stays expressionless.

"What about it?" He retorts lifelessly, almost like he's trying to hide any emotion that might seep through his voice.

I let out a halted breath of hesitance, "Well- you seemed, like you were ashamed of me.. when Malcolm came out." I explain as I continue to feel smaller and smaller in his judgement.

Though to my surprise, he instead just furrows his brows as he speaks, "Why would I be ashamed?"

Shrugging, I say the first answer to pop into my head, "Why do you think I'm asking?"

Diverting his dark orbs of eyes, he sighs wearily as he realizes there's no way out of my confrontation.

Yeah, you're not getting out that easy this time.