@hearmefeelme
she’s fairly sure she’s forgotten what it’s like to have a crush on a guy. she’s half sure that her interest in him rests solely in the fact that they go to the same diner--around 3 am on a saturday morning. he’s there with his friends--and she’s there with her computer and a slice of pumpkin pie.
they don’t speak until the third saturday. his friends are drunk and she is halfway through editing something when she goes outside of a little air. he’s there too. somehow she ends up at his table-- she’s certainly shot something for one of them there and so they know her even with no make up on and a forkful of pie in her mouth. she gets ropes into sitting with them and her work stops and is replaced with laughter and a milkshake. she’s pressed against him more out of necessity than anything else and she’s almost shy when she speaks.
“i don’t think we’ve met. i’m aurelia.” she extends her hand towards them with little ceremony or hesitance. she points towards her slice of pie. “want some?”