Chapter 9

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A/N:This is what Ryan looks like


I've been working at Charlie's for about a month now. I see Ryan everyday and everyday we get to know each other more.

He's super sweet and cute.

I am almost done with my shift at work when I hear the bell ring. I see Ryan walk in and I smile.

I walk over to his table "Your usual?" I ask he nods "Everyday" I smile and roll my eyes he flashes me a smile back.

I grab his usual and bring it out to him sitting with him like I usually do.

"So Davina what's it take for a girl like you to go on a date with me?" He asks I blush "More than that pretty boy" I say and I steal one of his fries.

"Would a pretty please suffice?" He asks "Of course" I say "Will you pretty please go on a date with me?" He asks "Yes I will" I take a napkin and write down my number then slide it over to him. "I have to get back to work see you on our date Ryan" I tell him.

I stand up and adjust my dress then I make my rounds in the restaurant and my shift is finally over. I get a strawberry milkshake to go and I just decide to walk home.

I unlock the door to the apartment and smile as I walk in and see Daniel on the couch. "What are you so smiley about?" He asks "I got a date!" I smile his expression changes a little bit I don't know why.

"That's great is it with that Ryan guy?" I nod. I go into my room take a shower and change into one of Daniel's hoodies and shorts.

I plop on the couch next to Daniel and I throw my hair into a bun. "Movie night?" I ask smiling and grabbing the TV remote "Um no I'm good thanks" he gets off the couch and goes into his room slamming the door. What's up with him?

I ignore it because sometimes people just want to be left alone. I watch a few movies and end up falling asleep on the couch.

I wake up and feel someone pick me up a carry me to my bed "Daniel?" I say softly "Yeah?" He asks "Cuddle" I say in a sleepy voice.

I feel the other side of my bed sink Daniel grabs me and pulls me closer to him I fall asleep with my head in his chest.

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