sober by tom grennan
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I danced around the café as I tided it up, getting ready to lock up for the night. Turning the music loud, I grabbed the spray and the cloth and wiped down all the tables, singing along to the song.
"You say you miss the way I hold ya." I sang loudly.
Spinning around I squealed a little when I saw Ethan standing in the café entrance. I grinned up at him and carried on dancing and singing, not paying any attention to what he was doing. Looking over my shoulder, I saw him take a seat behind the counter, watching me with a small smile on his face. Suddenly, I began to feel a little embarrassed. It's not like he's never seen me act like a weirdo, but now with everything going on, everything feels so different.
Taking my apron off, I walked over to the rack and hung it up. Going to the staffroom, I grabbed my mustard puffer jacket and my backpack and turned off the lights, locking the staffroom door behind me. Ethan was stood by the door, looking down at his phone whilst he waited for me. I took this opportunity to look at him. He had a khaki green sweatshirt over the top of what looks like a white top, on his bottoms were a pair of black jeans and he wore some converse on his feet.
"You ready?" I asked, walking over to him.
Ethan looked up and grinned. "More than ready."
He stepped out on to the pavement whilst I turned off all the lights and locked up. I shoved my hands in my pocket and looked up at him with a smile. This was the first time we were hanging out as 'friends' since things took a step up. Ethan gave me a hug, like he would normally do, but this time he held on a little longer than before.
Pulling away, I resisted the urge to hold his hand, instead, I shoved them back into my coat pockets and walked beside him. We had decided that we would go for something to eat and then go back to his to chill out. Ethan had told me about a new Mexican restaurant that had recently opened, so the two of us decided to go there. It wasn't that busy in the restaurant when we arrived, so we got seated rather quickly. I shrugged off my jacket and looked down at my outfit and swore under my breath. Why didn't I think about bringing a change of clothes? I'm sat here in a black t-shirt and some black jeans, looking rather plain. Not that Ethan has ever cared about what I wear, like I mentioned previously, everything is a bit different now.
Looking at the menu, I decided that I wanted to have the beef burrito and a tequila sunrise cocktail. "Do you know what you're having?" I asked Ethan, who was still looking at the menu.
Slowly, he nodded his head and put the menu on the table, smiling up at me. The waitress came over a few minutes later, taking our order. I laughed a little as she walked away, looking at Ethan with a small smirk.
"Well, someone clearly wanted to her way with you out back..." I commented, placing my elbows on the table and my chin in my hands.
Ethan chuckled a little, copying what I was doing. "Oh really? I didn't notice." He smirked, arsehole totally noticed. "Plus, she's not the one I'm sat with, is she?"
I rolled my eyes, feeling my face heat up slightly. "Stop being cheesy."
His hands reached forward, his fingers brushing the top of my hand. I bit my bottom lip, smiling softly, watching his eyes dart down to my mouth. "Stop trying to turn me on." I laughed. "It's not funny, you look hot as hell when you do that."
I pulled my hand back and took the hair tie from my wrist and tied my hair back. Ethan looked down at his phone screen as it lit up, he didn't reply though, he just locked the phone. "Who's that?"
