𝘽-𝙎𝙞𝙙𝙚

Ｐｌａｙ Ｆａｋｅ

Ｆｏｒｔｙ Ｏｎｅ-Ｐｌａｙ Ｆａｋｅ

"I'm bored!" I scream out, screaming my words to Rhys, who was on his work laptop.

"What do you want to do?" He asks, closing the computer and putting my head in his lap, stroking my hair gently. I yawn and turn my body, facing Rhys's torso,

"I don't know. Can we go to the cafe on second ?" I ask, smiling into his chest. There was a new cafe that had opened when we came to London and it became a frequent visiting place for us.

I liked it because it inspired me to write new music and Rhys liked it because it had a cat as a mascot. Sometimes I wonder how a dude heading an observatory can have such a weird reason for liking things.

"Sure," Rhys responds, leaning over and zipping the laptop in his work bag. I look down at my attire, as of right now I was wearing a shirt and a pair of old soccer shorts.

"Let me change." I say, going up to my room. I pulled on a TPWK shirt with a pair of loose shorts and decided to put on a flannel over it since it was cold in London. I run back downstairs to find Rhys scrolling through his phone, frowning once again.

My eyebrows when I see his facial features, he was sad for some reason. Ever since we had come to London he had been frowning at his phone and I had never got around to asking him about it. He notices me staring at him and raises his eyebrows,

"Ya ready to go?" He asks, putting his phone in his back pocket. I nod, but then turn back, looking for something.

"What are you looking for?" He asks as I open all the drawers, looking for my familiar pink journal.

"My songbook? Do you know where it is?" I looked towards Rhys who shrugs,

"I'm not sure, maybe it's in your room?"

"Ehh, it's fine." I shrug it off and get in Rhys's car. The new car starts to life with a roar and Rhys's foot presses on the accelerator as the radio sparks to life, playing Burned Out by Dodie.

He parks in front of the flickering sign, Love. The cafe was run by an elderly couple who had always tried their best to fit in with the aesthetic, which I adored them for.

Rhys hops out of his side and opens my door for me, curtsying for me like he was my personal servant,

"Princess." I giggle and get out of the car bowing back to him,

"Prince." I say, taking his hand and leading him into the diner. I instantly get greeted by the smell of hot chocolate and cake, melting at the thought of having such good smelling sweets in my mouth. Rhys takes a good look at me and chuckles,

"Looks like someone's hungry." He says and I nod, sliding into a booth near the back of the restaurant. A waitress comes around with a pencil and paper,

"What would you like?" She asks and I look up at her, already having my order memorized from being here so many times.

"Can I have a hot chocolate and a slice of Biscoff cake please?" She hums and writes that down and looks at Rhys,

"And you sir?"

"I just want a coffee." She nods,

"That would be ten dollars." I smile at her and give her the money. She takes it and skitters away, probably getting our stuff. I suddenly feel the after effects of drinking the whole bottle of lemonade and look at Rhys,

"Hey I need to go to the bathroom." I tell him and he shakes his head. I zoom out of the booth and run straight to the bathroom.

"That was a close call." I murmur, closing the bathroom door behind me. I spot the waitress drop off our items along with a little slip of paper, causing a pink storm to be unleashed on Rhys's face. I cover my mouth, trying to suppress my giggle. Poor Rhys!

I walk back to the booth and spot a very flustered Rhys,

"She gave you her number?" I ask, taking a bite out of my cake and moaning at the taste of cookies. Rhys nodded furiously,

"She just dropped it on me."

"I know." I nod, filling my face with the cake, pouting when I finished it.

"Record time Talulah." Rhys says and I put my hands over my chest, offended. I slap him playfully and he whines out,

"Not fair!" He humphs lightly and crosses his hands, slowly sliding down the smooth material of the booth. The waitress leans over her place at the bar, her shirt purposely unbuttoned to show off her cleavage. She clears her throat,

"So do you swing my way?" She asks abruptly and I choke on my hot chocolate, along with Rhys spitting on his coffee.

"Excuse me?" He asks, his eyebrows raised at the fact that someone could just pop that question.

"I gave you my number, that shows that I like you and you obviously aren't thankful so do you just not swing my way? Because no one rejects me." Rhys's face pales, a complete contrast from before. I quickly come to his rescue, forming a fake lie,

"It's because I'm his girlfriend. We just don't enjoy showing affection in public." I clasp his hand in mine, the cold metal of the ring calming me down. The waitress's body instantly stiffens,

"I'm so sorry. I didn't know."

"It's okay, I know that he's irresistible." I lean my head onto my shoulder. Rhys finally starts playing along and strokes my hair, slightly starting to braid it too.

"Aww, y'all are such a cute couple. Again I'm sorry for flirting with him, I truly didn't know. If I can do anything for you please let me know." She rushes it out and hurriedly buttons her shirt up to the top button.

I stay in the same pose that I was in before, and mumble,

"You're welcome."

"Thanks." Rhys says scrolling through his phone when suddenly his face drops again. This time I decided to not let it go,

"What happened Rhys?" I ask, trying to look at his screen, but he pulls it away before I could finish,

"Did you finish the song with Archie?"