Run to You

Chapter 77: My Boss Is Watching

I move around the bacon on my plate and eat some of the pancake. I need to stop thinking about that text. I pick up my glass of orange juice and look at Michael. He's already looking at me. I sip my orange juice, staying quiet.

"How are your pancakes?" He asks, putting down his fork.

"Good." I smile and put down my glass.

He continues to watch me as I pick up my fork and touch around my food.

"Doesn't look like you're enjoying them."

I glance up at him.

"You not hungry?" He asks.

"I am." I nod and eat some bacon. "It's nice."

He stares at me.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." I shake my head and look back down at my food.

"You're being quiet."

"I'm fine." I smile.

"Somethings on your mind. I can tell." He sips his coffee.

I run my hand through my hair and put my fork down. A waitress walks to our table with a big smile.

"Is everything ok with your breakfast?" She asks, looking at both of us.

She isn't really looking at me much though...

"It's great, thank you." Michael smiles slowly.

"Yeah." I nod and show a little smile.

"Can I get you anything else?" She asks.

"No thanks." Michael shakes his head and looks at me.

"Uh, no. I'm ok thank you."

"Ok, enjoy the rest of your breakfast." She smiles and then checks Michael out before walking off.

I stare her out and sit back, picking up my orange juice.

"Are you gonna tell me?" Michael asks, making me look away from the thirsty waitress.

"Tell you what?"

"What's wrong." He lowers his eyebrows.

"I said I'm fine." I smile. "I was just um, thinking about this weekend."

He gives me a look.

"What about this weekend?"

"I thought you could stay over mine and I could cook for us?" I smile. "I'll do something nice for you for a change."

Michael's face softens and he smiles.

"Your parents not going to be home?"

"I'll convince them to book a hotel or something?" I shrug. "My mom already said it's fine if I wanted the house to myself one weekend."

He holds out his hand across the table and I smile putting my hand in his.

"Will you play me something?"

"Michael." I laugh softly and roll my eyes.

"It's been so long since I heard you play piano." He frowns.

"Ok... maybe." I sigh through my smile.

He shakes his head and lets go of my hand.

"If you don't promise to play me something then I won't come." He smirks.

I raise my eyebrows and open my mouth.

"Are you serious?" I chuckle.

"Deadly." He nods and composes himself to look serious now.