The Diner Part 2
Austin was floored after reading her text message while Ryan curiously asked more about the mystery girl he's been texting. "Please tell me you know she's a girl for sure?" Austin didn't respond. He was stunned that he was in the same proximity as Princeton Girl once again. "Bro? Did you know here me?" Ryan asked while snapping his fingers.
"Oh, um yeah sorry, man. What did you say?" I need to get my stuff together.
"I was asking if you were one-hundred percent sure she is actually a girl?"
"Well, I don't exactly have proof, but trust me, she's not a guy." Even though sometimes I have my doubts.
"Alright, bro. I really hope you're right." Austin let a out chuckle. Just as he picked up the menu he noticed a Sam walking from the back of the kitchen. Wait a second. Isn't that the girl from the hallway at school? He thought. Austin looked down at his phone and decided to send Princeton Girl another text asking her hair color. I don't mean to be a pain, but I really wanted to know what color your hair is? Ryan leaned over the table in a attempt to see what he was saying to her.
"Hey, no peeking," he said with a smile as he closed his phone. Confidential information over here.
"Sorry, man. You really got me curious now." I can't even imagine how curious he is.
"Tell me about it. I'm about ready to pull my hair out if I don't meet her soon."
"Yeah. But how did you figure out she goes to our school?"
"Well, we were talking about our favorite teachers and she mentioned Mrs. Wells. Then I asked what school she went to and she told me."
"Talk about a small world. I don't know about her sometimes, though. She always smiles at me and it gives me the creeps." Austin couldn't hold back his laughter.
"Dude, that's really funny. I guess, that's the kind of women you get when you're the 'backup' quarterback," That was kinda messed up, ha ha. Austin joked.
"Come on, now. That was below the belt." They both started laughing and in the middle of this Austin received a text. He quickly reached for his phone and read it. Blonde, why?