star ; daniel seavey

C H A P T E R 22

—nova's pov—

i arrive at the restaurant and enter

'nova!' i hear a voice yell from behind

i turn around to see nolan walking next to me

'well long time no see' he smiles

'a very long time' i laugh

'ready to get some good food?' nolan asks

'um i'm always ready nolan' i furrow my eyebrows

'i've never related more' he laughs

he turns to the hostess who is kindly waiting behind a desk.

'bonjour madame' he smiles

'bonjour monsieur' she replies

'réservation pour lanier?' he asks
(reservation for lanier)

she looks at something in front of her and nods, 'oui bien sûr, s'il vous plaît suivez-moi'
(yes of course, please follow me)

we follow the hostess to a table for two on the back of the restaurant, she sets down two menus and leaves.

'you know how to speak french?' i ask, amazed

'yeah, i actually used to live on france for a bit but my family moved to america for a better life' he chuckles before looking over the menu

'interesting stuff' i reply, looking at the menu

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our dishes arrive at the table and so do our coffees,

'so what's up with you' nolan asks as he takes a sip from his coffee

'not much really, just work on work' i respond

'of course of course, but like, are you seein' anyone' he questions as he leans on the table

'uh no' i say

'oh i know you are, look at your face! it says it all' he exclaims

'what no!' i reply, my cheeks heating up

'come on, who's the lucky man' nolan asks sternly

'if i tell you, you seriously can't tell anyone and i mean no one!' i whisper loudly

'i promise i won't' he says, placing his right hand up

'ok, i'm dating daniel seavey, a singer from a band called why don't we' i whisper

'wait really!' he exclaims

'shh!' i hush, putting a finger to his lips

'oh yeah, sorry' he chuckles

'my little niece loves why don't we' he smiles

'no way! they're definitely getting bigger for sure, i mean doing a jingle ball tour definitely boosted their fame' i add

'is he treating you right?' nolan questions, his eyebrows furrowing

'of course he is, he's the sweetest person i have ever met' i giggle

'am i going to meet him anytime soon?' he asks as he takes a bite from his food

'i don't know, he might come to the london fashion show' i say

'oh, well i'll be looking forward to it' he responds

'ok enough about me, what about you' i sip on my coffee as he leans back in his chair

'before i mention any names, im gonna tell you that, i'm gay' nolan proudly exclaims

'we sister stan' i smile as he laughs

'anyways, there's a guy named connor franta (a/n i actually really love him and he actually looks like one of my guy friends from school which is pretty great) and he's the sweetest person ever. we've talked before but i've always been too nervous to say anything' his cheeks go pink

'i ship, you got this nolan. when the times right, you'll know it' i say, placing a hand above his