Mr. Avery

𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨

Jack parks the car right in front of the fanciest restaurant in the whole city.

Zach's blood ran cold.

The curly head opens the car door for him and Zach gets out, still a bit shocked.

Jack hooks his arm on the brunet's and starts walking with him.

Zach blushed lightly, but let him walk him into the restaurant.

"You're awfully quiet tonight."

"Are you out of your mind? I only brought thirty bucks! Having a dinner here will cost me my life savings."

"Don't worry about the dinner."

"No no no, you're not paying for the whole ass dinner...Mr. Avery. It would be taking advantage of your money..."  He furrows his eyebrows as he tries to remember his name.

"My name is Jack by the way."

"Good evening Mr. Avery, your table is ready, if you two could follow me."

Jack starts guiding an anxious Zach through the restaurant while a lot of rich people were looking at him.

The curly head pulls a chair for him and let's him sit down.

Zach was almost shitting himself.

Jack quickly took note of this.

"You don't have to be scared, most of the people here have less money than you."

"Yeah, because that makes me feel so much better."

"See, now you get it." Zach rolls his eyes.

The brunet's phone dings.

He checks it out and mutes it.

"You're not answering that?"

"Nah...a date is a date."

Jack smiles softly.

Zach looks at Jack's hands.

"Didn't know you had tattoos." He grabs his right hand and inspects it.

"I'm actually gonna do a whole sleeve, but not all at once, obviously."

The brunet lifts his sleeve and looks at the the letters peeking out of it.

"What does it say?"

"Let it be, like the beatles song...I'm a sucker for their music."

"As you should-"

"Good evening sirs, while your dishes wait, what can I get you two to drink?"

Zach froze in place.

"What do you have that's non alcoholic?"

"We have iced tea-"

"Do you have mango iced tea?"

"We do sir, so one mango iced tea and?"

"I'll have the same please." The man nods and walks away.

"You went to college right?" Jack asks.

"I did...graduated two years earlier because I might've accidentally hacked into the fbi data base."

"No way."

"Swear to God...don't trust pigeons by the way." Jack looks at him shocked.

Zach starts laughing.

"I'm just messing with you dude, you can trust pigeons."

"Did you really hack-"

"Oh yeah, definitely...with the lap top you used too."