𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑬𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

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Alan was starting to feel nervous again. He felt like he was doing a good job charming Dave on the walk to Flech's. Now his nerves and starting to kick in.

"Um..soooo, uh...how's work?" Alan asked Dave hesitently.

Dave smiled big. "Oh I love it so much! I love chatting and catching up with people! I'm really extroverted and LOVE to meet new people!" Dave giggled. "And the men love to tip me big bucks when I'm extra sweet to them!" He said. (Do British people say bucks? Idk I live in New York.)

Alan felt himself get a little red. He just met Dave, but he was a very jealous guy and didn't want anyone else going out with Dave. He felt like Dave was special and he'd never want to lose anyone like him.

"That's nice." Alan said, still smiling.

"Yes, it is." Dave said, blushing. "I'm a huge flirt!" He said making this face 🥴.

Alan didn't know what to say next! But to his relief, a short waiter with blonde hair that low-key looked like a shark came up to their table. "Hey guys, my name is Vince. I'll be your waiter today." Dave looked up at him with a sweet smile.

 
"Hello there Vince!" Dave said. Alan smiled up at him and nodded. "For starters, can I have 2 slices of toast and a cup of tea?" Dave asked.

"Certainly," Vince said, "And for you sir?"

"I'll just have some sausage and eggs with a glass of water." Alan said, with a smile.

"Alright, coming right up! 20 minutes." Vince said, walking to the kitchen to give orders.

Dave turned to Alan. "He was cute! Right?" Dave gushed.

Alan turned a little red. "Um, I don't know." Alan felt kinda sad Dave was looking at other guys on their first date.

Dave came in close to Alan's ear. "He wasn't half as cute as you though." He said giggling, which made Alan blush

"Why thank you. You are also very cute." He said to Dave. Dave blushed and covered his face. "Oh you!" He said, lightly slapping Alan's arm.

*Time skip*

They chatted until their food got there, which felt like hours, even though it was only fifteen minutes. Soon, Vince the waiter came back with two slices of toast and a mug of tea.

"Thank you, Sir," said Dave, "May I have some blueberry pancakes too?"

"Of course!" He said, winking at him.

WTF!!!

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