how did we get here? [ON HOLD]

"was that a date?"

-September 22, 2009 > Around 3:30 PM-

  
   An hour after Louis had left the shop I was still trying to get over the fact he wanted to hang out again. I mean, we did both agree to hang out again but we haven't talked since so I was expecting that it was over. Maybe he just did it because he saw me and didn't want to be rude? Or maybe- probably- I'm just overthinking...

   I messaged Ivy at this time too, so she would know I would be later.

Ivy Scott
9:26 AM

Me: I'm gonna be even later than usual, so really please do not wait and GO TO WORK

V: Why are you gonna be late?

Me: hanging out with that boy again, I'll tell you about it when you get home

V: I get home at 12?

Me: I'll be awake. Got to go see you later :)

V: ...ok bye?

Me: Bye

   My sister loves me...

   So now that it was almost time to end my shift, the next guy- I think his name it Sam- has already come in, I am yet again nervous to hang out with Louis again.

   I can't really explain why actually, he just kinda makes me nervous. Not in a weird way or anything, just happens. I don't want to think about it though.

   But you are thinking about it. Well. You should stop.

   Part of me wants to yell at that voice in my head, because no shit I should stop thinking about it. But then Louis walks into the cafe and all thoughts disappear into thin air.

   He waves at me, to which I nod and hold up one finger to let him know I'll be done in a second and smile warmly at him. I turn around and see Sam- yes I am sure it is Sam- smiling at me. I hang up my work apron, put on my hoodie, and say goodbye to him before walking up to Louis.

   "Hello, sir," I smile wide when I approach him, earning a laugh at the formal name I gave him.

   "Hello, ma'am. May I have the pleasure of walking with you?" He bowed slightly holding his hand out to me and smiling cheekily. His sweet accent coming out a bit more as he tried to sound posh, it was cute.

   I take his outstretched hand, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin against mine, "Of course," and then we walked out of the shop, still hand in hand.

   I took one last look at Sam (I really hope that's his actual name because I would feel bad if not) to see him smiling huge and holding a thumbs up at me. To this I just scrunched up my face slightly, though still smiling, and shook my head slightly knowing what he was implying he thought this was.

   Although I wouldn't mind if it was exactly. No. Stop it.

   I only let go of Louis' hand, slightly reluctant to let go of the warmth, when we were walking to the back from of the coffee shop, which was on a corner. Mainly because I had no clue where we were going and, as much as I loved the warmth, it was scary to think I was not only trusting this person so easily but already holding their hand, and enjoying it as well. All because he helped me when I was drunk once, which I still don't remember, and he seemed cool.