💖 Hamood Habibi takes Reader to the Café [HAMOOD HABIBI x READER] 💖

Chapter 4 | It's "Platonic"

He takes your hand, looking at you with those deep, dark-colored eyes. You tuck your hair behind your ear, smiling at him. You finally realize that your hands are intertwined, startling you. Blushing like a dork, you look at him. "I'm s-so sorry!" a nervous chuckle comes out of you. "Hamood." he replied. You overthink the situation, hoping that you didn't do anything wrong. You waited for him to let go of your hand first, but he never did. Did he like you back? You decide to avoid rushing on your decision. You wait in line to get a table assigned to you, looking at other couples ahead and behind you both. It was a lengthy line for a mediocre café, but you thought it was worth it for a couple hours with Hamood. A girl, seemingly single, got your attention with a few taps on the shoulder. You turn around, looking at her with a confused look. "You and your boyfriend look cute together!" she complimented. You become flustered, Hamood looking at you and her. God, am I really in his league? The sudden statement made you embarrassed, yet happy. "T-Thank you, but we're n-not like that." your stutter was noticeable, but nobody pointed it out. 
Finally, you're the first in line. "Hello, table for two." you request to the lady. "Alright, follow me." You both follow her. Unfortunately, he stopped intertwining hands with you. "Here you go. Please wait for someone to take your order." you both sat down, awkwardly staring at anything besides each other. "Hamood." he said to start a conversation. You nodded your head, stating that you agreed. The waiter comes mid-conversation. "Hello, I'm Damon! I'll be taking your order. What would you both like today?" Hamood took a second look at the menu. "Hamood." he ordered. "Alright! What about you, miss?" you thought about it for a few seconds. "Just a MTN Dew and spaghetti." you said, smiling. "Your order will be out in a few." waiter Damon said, walking away. Picking up on the already started conversation, the food finally arrives. Your MTN Dew is perfectly sized to your liking, but the plate of spaghetti is way too much for you to take. Hamood offers to split it as you complain about the size. You nod. "That would be a good idea." You both grab your forks, twirl it around, and slurp. You both pick up the pace, eating faster. You take another portion of the spaghetti, and so does Hamood. Accidentally, you take the same noodle. Both of your lips rushing against each other, you kiss.