Frank sat. And sat. And sat. By the time he realized he had been stood up, it was already 8:00, two and a half hours after the scheduled time. The black haired boy put his head in his hands, letting out a deep sigh. The waiters had been avoiding him for the past half an hour, already knowing what the boy refused to realize. Now that they knew he had accepted the fact he was being stood up, they all stood over by the billing machine, whispering among themselves with a look of sympathy. Frank looked around, giving the restaurant one last look over before finally fully accepting the fact no one was going to show up. He sighed once again, flipping his black hair out of his face.
Suddenly, a boy sat down across from him. Frank looked at him, his eyes meeting a dark, mesmerizing pair. The boy had a mop of black hair and a leather jacket on. He was wet, Frank assuming he had come from the rain outside. He had a light, almost faded fully bruise on his cheek and a small scar on his eyebrow.
"Hey. You look sad. Did your date not show up or something?" The boy asked, a look of sympathy on his face as he ran his fingers through his hair, dampening his slightly dirty hand.
"Uhh... Yeah," Frank replied softly, shrugging his shoulders.
"The waiters all seem pretty upset for you. How long have you been waiting?"
"Oh... You know, about an hour and a half," Frank lied, for some reason not wanting the boy to think he was pathetic.
"Well, I'm Gerard," The boy, Gerard, said as he stuck his arm over the table.
"Frank," The sad date said, grabbing the other boys hand, giving it a gentle shake.
Gerard grabbed one of the two menus sitting there, looking at it. He peered over the top and looked at Frank, then glanced to the other menu.
"Have you even looked at the menu?" Gerard asked, giving Frank a sly smile.
Frank couldn't help but smile back slightly, shaking his head and grabbing the menu.
"I figured I would wait until my date showed up but that didn't really work out," He said, opening his menu and looking at it. One of the waiters who were looking at them came over, a small smile on his face.
"Hello sir," he said to Gerard,"Would you like a drink?"
"I'll just take a water, thank you."
"Of course sir. I'll be right back."
Frank smiled softly at the waiter, receiving a smile back before the waiter left to bring Gerards drink.
Gerard set his menu down, having figured out what he was going to get, before looking at Frank. He looked for a minute longer before also setting it down, his eyes meeting Gerards dark pair. When their eyes met, the other boy gave Frank a smile, making Frank give one right back.
"So," Gerard said as Frank fiddled with his napkin,"Tell me about yourself."