Dear boyfriend,
You took me out to my favorite restaurant tonight.
We were greeted by the owner of the store, giving us her wrinkly yet warming smile, and seated us at a table for two near the window.
Guess who was our waiter?
The new boy.
As soon as he walked out of the kitchen in his apron and name tag, all of the females' eyes were on him.
I rolled my eyes, and and you shook your head, smiling a little.
I smiled back.
He came over to our table to take our order, and his eyes were on me almost the entire time.
He acted a little to polite to me for your liking.
As he left, your fists clenched and your eyes filled with rage.
I suddenly had a flashback.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Boyfriend,
Short Story***COMPLETED*** A story of a girl who was once bullied, and writes letter to her boyfriend, but never sends them. Or does she?
