Miracle Man |[:]| Oliver Tree

5

Friday

It was five minutes till seven thirty and I just about missed it.

I pushed the doors of the restaurant open. I scanned the tables for one closest to the front but the closest ones were around the middle. I picked the closest one I could. I got situated and sat down, looking to the stage area.

A waitress came up to my table.

"Good evening, can I get you anything? She asked, her blonde hair in a bun on her head. I nodded and ordered a water.

By the time I got my water it was 7:33. Oliver was late. He might have been avoiding me all week which was frustrating but, I understood why. I felt a little weird after our last hangout. It ended abruptly and in a strange situation. I tried not to think about it all week, only to find myself thinking about it.

I was a little worried that maybe whatever happened was going to ruin our friendship that had just started. I prayed that wasn't the case, Oliver was so much fun and my life might've been a bit boring before he nearly took me out on that damn scooter.

The bell dinged and I looked up from my table. A bowl cut boy flew through the doors. He wasted no time setting up his stuff, not once glancing at the audience.

Once he was situated he announced himself.

"Good evening everyone I'm Oliver Tree. I have some good songs for you tonight."

He didn't look at anyone. He kept his eyes on his guitar. Throughout the first song he played he kept his gaze down. I watched him with concern and confusion.

The second song he played was the song I had played for him the other night when he demanded that I sing for him.

I smiled while listening, remembering the sound of our voices together. I wanted to sing with him again.

The third song he sang was one I didn't recognize so I assumed it to be one of his own. It was during this song that he finally took a look at the audience.

While most people were eating and having their own conversations, a good majority had their attention focused on him.

His eyes scanned the room, taking everything in. Then they landed on me. I smiled and gave him a small wave, ignoring the disgusting feeling of what one would call butterflies in their stomach.

A smile stretched across his face and he winked at me as he continued to sing.

He played two more songs and then thanked the audience.

The room filled with clapping. Even people who hadn't been watching absentmindedly joined in.

I quickly took care of my bill and met up with Oliver. He was carefully packing his guitar into its case.

"Olive, its been a minute." I greeted and he glanced up as he latched the case shut. I noticed that his eyes were a bit red.

"Yea sorry, I've been busy." He said, standing up with his case.

I shrugged. "It's fine dude, only if you're able to hang out." I teased.

He furrowed his brows and a look of disinterest came across his face.

"Actually, I can't. I'm still really busy and all."

I felt my smile drop at the tone of his voice. He sounded really uninterested. I couldn't help but think about the incident from the other day. Maybe that changed things? Nothing even happened though.

"Oh."

Then a large smile broke out across his dumb face.

"GOT YOU!" He shouted. "You should've seen your face, you looked so distraught." He laughed.