Confianza ➼ a.siwicki

6. Dancing In The Kitchen

Chapter song: Put Your Head On My Shoulder by Paul Anka

Okay so this song is really just so fucking beautiful, and this short clip of Paul performing gives me chills. I just imagine Andrew being a big fan of 50s love songs and this being the song him and Mina dance too 💕 And you definitely should listen to the full recorded version on Spotify 😉

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"So, how long have you know those guys? Shane and the others, I mean." Ryan asks me, popping another fry in his mouth.

We've definitely stuffed ourselves tonight, and somehow this guy is still managing to eat.

"Not that long really. It's been just shy of a month." I confess. Ryan nods, taking another fry from the shared basket between us.

Shane was right about the restaurant being lovely. We're sat out on the balcony of the restaurant, surrounded by other tables of couples. All are lit up by candlelight, casting a very minimal, yet romantic glow between the occupants.

"They're fun people, a bit eccentric and loud, but nice nontheless." Ryan points out. A little part of me gets defensive about my newly made friends.

"What's wrong with being eccentric and loud?" I remark, furrowing my eyebrows. Ryan notices the disapproval in my tone and is careful in his response.

Smart guy.

"Nothing wrong about it, you just don't meet people often who are so wild and honest like them. Everyone's all superficial and subdued out here." Ryan shrugs. I try to relax my tensed shoulders, knowing that I really shouldn't't get so uptight with some guy I've just met.

He is allowed to make his own observations.

"Well, it's definitely different from back home. In the UK, I mean." I laugh.

Ryan grins, a dimple appearing in his right cheek.

"Gotta say, I do love the accent. Tell me about your life in the UK." He asks me leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table.

My phone, which I've rest on the table, decides to ping at this moment. It's just a text, but I ask Ryan if he minds me looking.

He shakes his head and I check to see who's tried to contact me.

It's Morgan.

Morg 👱‍♀️

Morg 👱‍♀️

HOW IS IT GOING

HAVE YOU KISSED YET

HAS HE TRIED TO MAKE A MOVE

ARE YOU ALREADY AT HIS PLACE

GIVE ME THE DEETS

Me

To answer all your questions:
It's going good, no, no, and NO.

I'll give you the gossip later, OK?

I put my phone back down and apologise with a sheepish grin. Ryan doesn't seem too bothered though, instead leaning back in his chair with a lazy smile.

"So, you were talking about home?" He asks.

"Oh, yeah!" I gasp, having completely forgotten the topic of our conversation. "So I lived in London before I moved here, I was originally from Dorset. Both my brother and I moved to London when I was 23 and he was 25."