everybody talks [COMPLETED]

ten

"i think we are. you good, pete?"

"yes. i'll have the sirloin with asparagus and a caesar salad, please."

"i'm gonna have the boneless buffalo wings with a house salad."

"okay, that'll be out as soon as possible."

brendon walked away with our orders newly written in his notebook towards the kitchen as pete giggled under his breath.

"boneless wings?"

"sorry the bone is fucking annoying! don't judge me with your vegetarian tendencies."

"touché. quick question, what made you go nonhet?"

"little details. i've just recently started to notice them over time, but these last few days they've just hit me like regina george being run over by that bus."

"nice reference made in relation to an iconic movie, i like that."

"thanks," i laughed.

a silence occurred again, until i asked him another question.

"so what made you decide to apply and take this job?"

"long story short, i just needed to get back up on my feet. this job was open and gave me actual money, so i applied, they interviewed me, and offered me the job. i know it's not the most applause-worthy profession in the world; i mean, i'm literally someone's servant. at least it's someone who's pretty to look at," he explained, me noticing that he didn't really mean to say the last part. "i'm sorry i said that, i-"

i stopped his talking by putting my finger to his formerly-moving lips, making his eyes grow wide. "i guess i could say the same about you."

******

the rest of the date was small talk about our previous and current lives. i learned that we both have an unhealthy horror movie addiction and an almost ashamedly large love for the office.

"you don't even know how many times i've watched that show all the way through," he said, holding the door open for me as we left the restaurant.

"i bet it's less than me," i replied, then noticing pete checking his phone for the time.

"shit, it's late, i should head home."

"or you could come over to my house," i spat out impulsively. i'm a...stupid genius.

"um, okay. sounds like a plan. what should i do with my car? do you want to ride together or..."

"oh, you can follow me to the house. it's no problem."

"okay! see you there," he said, walking to the left towards his car.

"yup."

i walked over to my car, got inside, and sighed. was this really a good idea?

yes.

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