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𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐉𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄. written solely for @trustsbuilt and @omniterror.

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❝ well that stubbornness sure paid off, huh? ❞ his grinning is lopsided, nerves still aflame and heart pounding like a jack hammer at her touch, but he’s trying his best not to screw this up. you only got one shot at this, make it count or it could be awkward in the office for the next few weeks.his left leg starts to bounce up and down subtly, but he manages to flex his muscle to make it stop once he, too, notices the waiter.
before he can even muster an actual word, she’s taken the lead. he cant help but start smiling more. “ and for you, sir? “ the young waiter’s gaze travel between the two and smirks, before landing on chris’ again. even he can apparently sense the magnetism they share. ❝ i’ll have a cheeseburger, too. no pickles, and a side of ranch, please. thanks. ❞ the waiter nods his head, jotting down the rest of their orders and unhurriedly heads towards the kitchen. when chris looks back at her once more, catching her eyes already one him, his face flushes a pinkish hue. ❝ so, uh… . where are your parents now? do they live here in the city? ❞
❝ ask me again later tonight. ❞ boldness rests on the tip of her tongue, and she doesn't bother biting it. the truth is electricity through their fingertips, a warmth that she craves when she rolls over in the middle of the night, only to see the bed is empty. it's the nerves in his leg that she quells with a well placed hand against his knee, but most of all, it's the future she can see every time she looks at him. his boyish grin is something to look forward to each morning, easing her from the tug of sleep's tranquil embrace.
❝ oh no, they're still in richmond, but they visit here often. you know what they say. absence makes the heart grow fonder, and my fridge full of mothers' homemade casseroles. ❞ she simpers, watching as the waiter departs at a snail's pace, taking one last sip of her coffee. the cup is cold now, and the contents are regrettably bitter, but it’s consumed nonetheless, all the way down to the last gritty drop. waste not want not. ❝ what about your sister? i'd love to meet her sometime soon, if that's alright. ❞
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the precipitous blossoming of her cheeks catches his eyes, unable to submerge the corners of his mouth as they spread even further. he’s aware of the music playing, the form as it starts with intro continuing, and the first verse followed by the chorus. the forte, loud and strong with the softness of the piano structure - the complexity of arrangement, yet ,throughout, manages to be lifting and up beat. it was the perfect composite to capture a moment for years and years to come. they just didn’t know it yet.
his heart sinks, churning like a gale wind at her touch. he’s subtle in his advance, ticking one of his fingers up as hers linger. he goes with it, a crooked smile this time. ❝ i think i need a break from the hotdogs for a while. forest made me eat nearly a dozen last time. ❞ he laughs modestly, hands still remaining calm despite his whole body tightly wound up. ❝ so, uh, no adventures for me — i’ll just go with a bacon cheeseburger … maybe … we could share a drink, though? not sure if you like malts, but… heard their chocolate mint was pretty good. ❞
❝ sure, why not? i haven't had chocolate mint since i was a little girl. ❞ the memory elicits a soft chuckle, winding her back in time to an old fashioned soda shoppe she'd frequent with her parents for as long as she can remember. ❝ i'd sit at our piano every saturday morning while i waited for my father to wake up. the longer he slept, the louder i'd play, determined to make it there before our booth was taken... the hot fudge sundaes at fizz were to die for. if they hadn't shut down, i'd take you there. ❞ she marvels at his gentle touch, thumb running in a circular motion over the top of his hand, attention momentarily averted to the waiter standing idly by their table, much too shy to announce his presence.
❝ one chocolate mint malt, and a cheeseburger, extra mustard, please. ❞ grey eyes flick back toward chris, heart engulfed by the fire his infectious laughter ignites. she's stealing a kiss tonight, no ifs ands or buts about it.
i'm yours'.
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he’s practically out of breath trying to get to the door, opening it just as an elderly couple were leaving. they thank him, one’s rosy cheeks brighten against the paler hue of her skin and mentioned what a handsome and helpful young man he is. he smirks, his own face suddenly flustering. not only because of what the woman proclaimed, but because he knows jill’s in there, waiting for him. when joseph and forest kept egging him to make a move, he was hesitant. she wasn’t like any other woman he’d known. she was kind, classy and kept it feminine, yet didn’t let her beauty dictate her attitude, while at the same time, able to hold her own; tough and resilient - a force to be reckoned with. he didn’t think he was worthy – and now he’s here, after finally having the nerve to ask her out, scanning the restaurant in its sea of people, for that one face he could never stop thinking about.
❝ well, i’m hoping i still do, if she sticks around long enough. ❞ the corners of his mouth pull into a reticent grin as he chuckles, taking his seat. he rolls up the sleeves of his pine green button up shirt to the mid of his forearm, unable to take his eyes off of her. she always looked so radiant, without even trying. ❝ sorry for the wait, by the way… traffic on a rainy, friday night… i had to park a few lots down just to get here. ❞
❝ i'm not going anywhere, chris. ❞ she hangs onto his bashful gaze, drowning out the incessant clamor that hugs the diner from opening to close. the night is infantile, moonlight swelling through fossil grey clouds, shimmering on their chipped laminate table like something out of a classic black and white movie. the jukebox clicks into place, playing a tune she'll remember long after the butterflies settle. “stand by me” by ben e. king. she won't admit the choice of song is making her heart skip a beat, thinking about them slow dancing cheek to cheek, her wrists linked at the nape of his neck, and his palms resting comfortably on the small of her back. a slight blush finds its way onto the surface of pale cheeks at the visual, lips tugging into a warm grin that says it all. she's wholly smitten.
instinctively, she reaches out to place her hands on top of his. it feels natural, as if she's known him from a time before. a puzzle piece in the gaps of their fingers to be filled with the other. even the momentary silence between them is electrifying. she doesn't want to miss a beat. ❝ what are you thinking? ❞ legs cross at her ankles, extending to their full length as she studies the menu. as if she hasn't been here a dozen times before with alpha team in tow, the boys hooting and hollering, darts flying in every which direction. at least this time she can actually think. ❝ hamburger, cheeseburger... or should we be adventurous tonight and try their hotdogs? ❞
raindrops pitter patter on the window, reflecting a slew of miniature worlds inside each puddle. passerby's walk with hurried steps, hoping to catch the bus before their suits and dresses are soaked in the summer's torrential downpour. she watches, amused by the synchronization of various umbrellas thrust out toward the sky, as if they were shaking their fists at the heavens above. ocean blues bounce to grill 13's double doors, the bell chiming with triumphant vigor. emerging from the storm outside is the man she's been waiting for all along, dashing through the diner as she patiently sips on a cup of coffee. just in time for the teenage waiter to stop gawking at his crush and make his way toward them at a snail's pace, pen ticking rapidly in hand.
❝ ah, there he is. ❞ her voice is silken smooth, hands without a trace of a quiver. she's dressed in a creme colored button down shirt and ashen pencil skirt, heels tapping rhythmically to the beat of "crazy little thing called love" playing faintly on the jukebox. she may or may not have selected it before he showed up. ❝ you look nice. ❞ she states, resting her elbows on the table, adoring smile curling into the corners of her lips. ❝ got a hot date? ❞
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