As I smiled across at Dean, I watched as the waiter walked across to our table.
"Excuse me guys, I'm gonna have to ask you to settle up and leave, it's closing time."
I glanced down at my watch, it was already nearing midnight, yet it felt like we'd only just arrived.
"Sorry," Dean spoke for us both, "my girlfriend and I were just leaving." I wasn't sure whether he had realised what he had said as we walked out of the restaurant, paying the cheque.
It was a lot colder than I remembered as we stepped outside, my head not able to disregard what was said.
"So I'm your girlfriend now?" I flat out asked him, watching his expression drop.
"Oh," he whispered, "I was hoping you didn't hear that."
"Why? Do you not want me to be your girlfriend?" He shook his head, lacing his hand in with my own.
"Yes. No. I don't know. I do, maybe not now. Although now would be cool. I've realised I'm not very cool at playing it cool."
"Dean." I spoke, interrupting him. "I've had a lovely few days with you, I would love to be your girlfriend," I told him, pecking his lips lightly.
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