Shawn Mendes Imagines

She Knows

A/N: 🎵DIRTY SECRETS THAT I KEEP, DOES HE KNOW ITS KILLIN ME!!!🎵 (ik its 'he knows' FIGHT ME)

Y/N:

I looked critically at the delicate gold watch on my wrist for the 5th time. My best friend, Hannah, had set me up on a date because she thought that I hadn't gone out on a date in 'forever'.

I was already iffy about this guy. You see, I have a bit of check-list when it comes to the guy I would NEVER date.

1. Tardiness ✔
2. Douche-e-ness ✔
(we talked on the phone)
3. Egotistical/Loud
4. Deadass boring
And finally
5. Man Buns

I shivered at the thought of Mans Buns. Some girls find them attractive some don't. I am definitely unattracted to anyone with man buns.

I crossed one leg over the other and took a sip of my wine. The door to the restaurant opened and a man strutsed in. I couldn't see his face clearly, but I hoped it was Mr.Date-guy.

He came into view and walked  towards the table I was sitting uneasily at. My eyes widened. He wore a tuxedo and his blonde hair is long and slicked down his neck. My stomach churned. Nope. Absolutely not, I thought to myself.

"Why are you early?" 
Excuse me??
 
I narrowed my eyes at him and grabbed my purse. He didn't apologize or even thank me for waiting for him like  a gentleman would.
So, I stood up from the velvet chair.

"Woah lady, where ya goin'," He said stopping me by putting his hand on my stomach.

Ew, please don't handle me. I said in my head.

I pinched the sleeve of his suit and placed his arm down, while calmly saying, "To kill my best friend. Goodnight."

I walked past him and told the waiter that he would pay for the wine. After I waited for 40 minutes, it was  the least he could do.

I exited the restaurant and made my way do-wn the street. I didn't bring my car beca-use I expected him to drive me home, so instead, I took shelter at an empty bus stop. I let out a breath, for the sole purpose of seeing it evaporate into the cold January air.

And there I sat. By myself. In the cold. 
My feet ached from wearing my heels for so long. Why did i ever choose to wear them? I hate heels!

Ok, so the truth is i wanted to impress him. I've lived alone for 3 years and in the beginning, it was fun, but now it gets lonely. It's my mistake for thinking I could ever find someone.

Bored out of my mind, I began looking left and right, trying to find a warmer place to sit. Until, my eyes landed on a little pub on the corner of the street, opposite to the one I was on.

Perfect.

I crossed the road; my heels clicked as I walked. The heated air of the pub hit my skin the second I stepped in.

I exhaled and brought my cool hands to my cheeks before heading to the bar. I made my self comfortable on a bar stool and devoured the pretzels that lay in front of me.
The bartender set a drink down in front of me. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Vodka sprite, from the man in the booth." 
My heart smiled a little and I looked in the direction he gestured. A guy sat smiling back at me. He had curly brown hair and a gorgeous smile. A light blush covered his cheeks when I grinned at him.