I breathed in a deep breath. The smell of alcohol and my cologne filled my lungs. The music from the bar was clouded by my nervous excitement. Across the bar, seated at one of the only tables in the establishment apart from the bar itself, was Nick. After months of awkward lunchroom conversation, I had finally picked up the nerve to ask him out. He was sweet. He was funny, too, but all I ever seemed to notice was how much he looked like Ryan Gosling.
I casually walked over to the table where Nick was awaiting me.
"Draco! For a second I thought that you had bailed on me," He said, seeming relieved. He ran a hand through his reddish-blondish-brown, pefectly sculpted head of hair.
"Sorry, there was traffic," I lied. Little did he know that I had spent the last ten minutes mentally preparing myself for the date (and looking at him extensively from behind the cracked side door).
"No problem!" He replied sweetly, resting his hand on my arm. His hand was cold against my blushing arm. Just then, a waitress walked up and gave us each a menu. We both knew what we wanted almost immediately so the waitress was soon resummoned to our table.
"Umm," I stammered, "I'll have the double cheeseburger and fries."
"Mmm-k," the waitress replied in a monotone.
"I'll have the organic salad but can I have it without cheese?" Nick asked with a smile. Crap! Now I knew why he looked so much like Ryan Gosling! I had just ordered possibly the unhealthiest dish on the menu, and he didn't even want cheese on his salad?!
"No cheese," she said with a dull face, and walked off.
The front and side doors opened a few times during the meal and gusts of cold air would rush into the bar, giving me goosebumps. Every time that happened, Nick would grab my hand and rub it until they went away, and to be honest I wasn't complaining. At one point three people come in and sit right across from us at the bar. One of the two men in the 'group' stood out to me. He was cute. He was shorter than me but he had confidence and his tight shirt emphasized his chest and arm muscles. The main property of interest for me was his eyes. They were emerald green and seemed to light up the room as he came in.
I scolded myself. Here I was, on a date with the man I had dreamed about for months, and I was admiring another man, who might not even be bent. I tried to ignore him throughout the meal, but I kept getting the feeling that he was glancing at me with his gorgeous eyes. Ashamed at my unloyalty, I leaned forward and focused on Nick's less than interesting light brown eyes.
After dinner, he decided to walk me home, because I lived only a few blocks from that bar. The cold autumn air nipped at our faces and I rubbed my hands together to warm them up. Nick, noticing my freezing hands, reached down and confidently embraced them in his. He kept walking and looking at the sidewalk in front of us, so I did the same.
When we got to my flat, he stopped walking.
"Something wrong?" I asked gruffly.
"Nothing," He paused, "I just had a nice time with you tonight Draco."
Silence filled the air. A lone car drove past. The streetlights illuminated the right side of his face. He leaned forward ever so slightly. My breath caught in my throat. I returned the favour and leaned my face into his. I felt his lips brush mine and I smelled his minty breath. He pulled away. I locked eyes with him and I whispered, "Wanna come over to my flat?"