"Is it okay if I see you on my lunch break?"

"Yeah, but I don't have the same lunch break as you, you know that right?"

Nicky swung her jacket over her shoulders and grabbed her cigarettes off my table, ready to head out the door.

"I'll come see ya with a work friend. You can be my waitress." I smiled at her, knowing how much she would love the role play.

"I hope you give nice tips. I'll see you then." She smirked and closed the door behind her.

I headed to work shortly after, just anxiously waited for lunch break. I decided to take my friend Christine this time, weighing out my options that Valarie was actually an asshole. I guess she was just nice to have around while Nicky wasn't.

Finally, a few flu cases and hypochondriacs later, it was time for lunch.

Christine and I walked to Nicky's restaurant and sat at a table. Nicky would obviously bend the rules to take care of us even if it wasn't one of her tables.

She walked over to us, looking adorable in her work outfit and little waist pockets with straws sticking out of them.

"Good afternoon ladies, I'm Nicky, I'll be taking care of you today. How we doing?" She asked as if she's never met me before. And as far as Christine knows, I'd never met her before either.

"Oh we're doin, how about you?"

"Same thing different day, you know? Hey, I love that bracelet, where'd ya get it?"

She realized that I put one of her gold bracelets on, and was totally calling me out for it.

"Oh, it's a good friend of mine's. She has the best sense in jewelry."

Nicky smirked and added, "Well that's nice of her. Anyways, what can I get ya to drink?"

We ordered our drinks and as soon as Nicky walked away Christine looked at me, "She's so pretty! That's why I don't become a waitress. You're pretty- you get good tips. You're not- and you get shit."

"Christine! You're gorgeous. But I have to agree, she is flawless." I had a huge smile on my face, cracking up inside that I'm actually going along with this game. It was pretty pathetic, but god it was fun.

Nicky brought our food and drinks over, and we continued to act like we had never met before.

"Hey you guys have a good day. Come back sometime too, you guys seem like a blast." She turned around with that notorious shit eating grin on her face and as I signed the bill, I wrote in my curly cursive letters, "You'll get your tip tonight." Thankfully Christine didn't see, and we headed out.

Once I got back behind my desk, I began to brainstorm about how I would go about giving Nicky her "tip." I know she's thinking sex, but that's not how I want to go about it. Well, not right now atleast. I asked Christine if she could cover me for an hour so I could go home early. I told her it was because my mother was here for the weekend, but that's sure as hell not the case.

I went back to my apartment and lit a few candles, put an expensive bottle of wine on the table and wrapped a key and note dangling off of it. "2 floors and 2 doors is too far."

Seeing as we already basically live together, well technically we do because we're in the same building, it wasn't a HUGE deal to ask her to move in. If we weren't at my place, we were at hers.

She told me she was going to swing by her place first to grab a few things, which I imagine were cigarettes and a change of clothes. I sat restless at my table, waiting for her to walk through the door and give me a reaction. The few minutes that passed seemed like hours.

Finally, she came in.

"Hey kid. Whatsup? You alright?"

"Yeah I'm fine! Just anxious. Wanna open this bottle for us?"

She looked down at the bottle and saw the note with the key dangling.

"Shit, Lorna! You sayin' you want me to move in?"

"Well, that is what keys usually symbolize Nick. Whattya thinkin'?"

"I'm thinking you're fucking crazy and you have no idea what you just got yourself into." She smiled and bent down to kiss me.

We finished the bottle of wine that night and just had great conversations about everything, really. We talked about how oblivious Christine was, how she called Nicky pretty, how deep the ocean is and everything in between. I couldn't stop myself from smiling all night.

"So does this mean we have to cook for each other and shit now?"

I looked at her with an almost upset expression, thinking she didn't want it to be like that yet.

"Because I'm a great cook." She laughed and I exhaled with relief.

"You're so easy to fuck with, it's ridiculous."

"Hey! You love it and you know it." I laughed along with her.

As the night went on and exhaustion set in, we curled up in my, well our bed. I feel bad for Nicky, knowing how terrible of a sleeper I am, stealing covers and never being able to sit still.

"I could get used to this." She said, pulling me into her arms and kissing my head. That was the last thing I heard before I fell asleep, and it was just like a lullaby.