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"AND WE DANCED"
THE CRISP cool air of the late winter nipped at the young Saunders skin as they walked to the diner that the two of them had gone to a few months back. Amelia was mad at herself for not bringing a jacket with her, she knew that her nerves had gotten the best of herself and made her forget multiple things that night.
Paul looked over at the short girl next to him, her shoulder-length golden blonde hair had swayed lightly on top of her head with each step she took, while the moonlight reflected against her skin. He noticed how she was slightly shivering from the low temperature, taking his jacket off, the boy placed it onto her shoulders.
Her mouth slightly opened in surprise to his gesture, "Oh Paul, I'm fine! You can have your jacket back." As she went to shrug the black coat off, Paul placed his arm around her shoulders, blocking her from her actions.
The rest of the walk to the diner had been quite peaceful, to say the least. As the two approached the red and white themed restaurant, the young man held the door open for Amelia, placing his warm hand on her lower back to escort her inside.
The bell from above the door let off a ding, having the waitresses acknowledge them from behind the counter. Walking towards the couple was a young girl with fluffy brunette locks, just from the way she looked, Amelia could tell she was not friendly.
"Why 'ello there!" she exclaimed in an overly happy voice, "You can follow me right this way." The blonde noticed the way this girl had moved her hips side to side more than usual, most likely to get Paul's attention.
Needless to say, this earned a major eye roll from Amelia. As they sat down across from each other the girl spoke again with a flirtatious tone, "Is there anything I can get you right away?" her brown eyes were trained on Paul, acting like the other person at the table wasn't even there.
Paul politely brushed her off with a 'were good for now, thank you', but the pissed off look didn't lift from Amelia's face.
The usual gentle look that the boy was oh so used to, couldn't be found. Those large blue eyes that were almost always crinkled with happiness was now squinting with anger, her plump pink lips formed in a scowl.
A large warm hand covered a small colder one on the white tabletop, his eyebrows furrowed at her expression, not knowing what the problem was. "You okay?" a higher-pitched Liverpudlian accent asked her, snapping her away from the thoughts that were crowding inside of her head.
Flashing a smile, she showed off her straight, white teeth, "Yeah," Amelia pulled her hand away from pauls, "Peachy."
It had only been around thirty minutes and her anxiety had gotten the best of her, her mind swarmed with thoughts like a bee around a hive, her heart like a train pounding down the tracks. Quickly standing, her hands pushed down the white lace of her skirt, "excuse me."
