Andrew
I went back to thinking about my ex. Her name was Ciara, I met her at the end of my first year at college. She had long, fiery orange straight hair and emerald green eyes. When I first met her, she was beautiful, just like an angel. She was a new waitress in a local restaurant my buds and I would go to.
Being my 19 year old flirty self, I made little flirty moves like winking at her, making even the slightest physical contact whenever she handed us our plates, and other cringy things like holding direct eye contact for a few seconds.
Remembering those things just wants me to bash my head against a wall, I really don't know how I was able to act like that with girls.
Freaked me out and cringed me out.
When we were done eating, I made one of the cheesiest moves ever. I gave her a tip and wrote my number on one of the bills. I folded it before slowly putting the dollar bill in her hand, keeping eye contact with her dark green eyes.
She just kept her eyes on both of our hands before offering a shy smile, her lashes fluttering and her cheeks tinted a soft shade of pink.
I motioned my hand into a phone, put it up to my ear and mouthed the words 'call me' with a wink. My buds and I walked out of the restaurant, all of them with a 'what a flirt' or 'I can't believe this' grin on their face while I, on the other hand, was just happy to finally catch someone's heart with my 'awesome' flirts.
I peeked to see if she was staring at me, but she wasn't, she was just frozen in place, blushing as a shy smile crept up her face when she saw what was written on the bill.
Romantic right? A few hours passed by and I got a call.
A call from the waitress perhaps? I thought excitedly.
All my friends were with me when I answered the call.
"Hughs," I said as my friends were slowly creeping up to the phone.
They really enjoy eavesdropping, don't they? I swear they're all guys but I feel like I'm surrounded by a bunch of girls.
I rolled my eyes while I waited for an answer.
I waited and waited, until I heard-