I know you people hate re-writes, but you NEED to know what he was thinking.
Ben's POV
It had been one of the busiest days in the year. I had been forced to work over-time, so naturally, I was tired. Nothing had gone well all day until I saw her. She had short, black hair and a nice tan. She had to be the hottest girl I had ever seen.
"Hey, Bob?" I asked my manager.
"Hmm?"
"Can I take that order right there?" I pointed to the angel.
I walked out of the kitchen, towards her. The whole time I walked, we never looked away from each other. "Three hot—hot dogs, a wat—watermelon slush, and a bur—burger." She had to hate me now, knowing that I was an idiot.
"Oh. My. God. Leah! It finally happened!" He squealed like a girl. "Ben, this is Leah. Leah, this is Ben. Ben, Leah's number is 324-9603." She grimaced. I grinned like a bonehead. Her eyes glazed over, as if she were going to cry or pass out.
"Hi, Leah," I said quietly.
"Hey," she whispered, looking at the ground shaking her head, as if not believing something. After what seemed like forever, I built up the courage to ask her—
"Would you like to go out some time? I get off in ten minutes," I blushed a little. I never blush. How did—
"Leah!" Seth and Jacob screamed.
"Oh. Uhh. Yeah. Sure." I screamed mentally. We stayed on the red benches until closing time Jacob walked out of the door and smiled deviously.
"Jacob. I swear. If you tell anyone then I will personally murder you with my bare paw—hands." I could have sworn she was about to say paws. . . .
"Whatever. . . ." He walked off, looking shaken.
"Is he scared of you?" I asked.
"Eh." She kissed me, making me melt. She could have told me to do anything right then, and I would have done it.
"Would you—would you like to come home with me tonight?" She looked as if she was debating it. I started speaking really quickly. "If I'm going too fast, I'm sorry. It's just that I really really like you, and I'd like to--"
"Yes. I would love to. Where do you live?" She grinned and adjusted herself in my lap.
