Chapter- The waitress
Philip's POV
I never really liked pizza much, but every Friday I went to Upper Crust. My friend Milton forced me to go one night, and that's when I met her. Blonde curls, angelic face, dark blue eyes, and a body that made me want to see her undressed. Her name is Andrea Harrison, and she is the best waitress at that run down pizza place. I always tip her a hundred dollars. So I have become a regular customer because she makes sure I sit in her section.
"You're back Philip," she says, smiling at me. I noticed the tight dark jeans she was wearing.
"Did you miss me?" I whisper, moving closer to her. Our relationship had definitely become flirtatious over the past few months.
"I do look forward to seeing you every Friday," she says, smiling.
"What if I take you out tomorrow night? Then we wouldn't have to wait a week to see each other," I asked, finally putting myself out there. After seeing her for the last several Fridays, I didn't think it was too soon to ask.
"I wish I could, but I am actually working all day," she says, looking tired.
"What about Wednesday," I said, not giving up.
"Well, I am kind of seeing someone. We're not exactly exclusive, but I really like him," she says, letting me down gently. I took a deep breath, knowing I wasn't one to give up so easily.
I look at her tee-shirt that says blame it all on my roots. I knew that was some lyrics to a Garth Brooks's song, and I had actually had tickets to his concert this week.
"I understand. Maybe I can find someone else to go to the Garth Brooks's concert with me. My friend Milton might go," I said, taking a drink of my beer.
"I tried so hard to buy tickets to that concert. They sold out so fast. I have always wanted to see him. I listened to all his songs as a little kid," she says, her blue eyes glowing now.
"We could go as friends," I said, making a last ditch effort to appeal to her.
"I would like to be your friend. And that concert sounds like fun. Give me your phone number, so we can make plans for Wednesday," she says, handing me a pen.
I wanted her to get her phone number, but I gave her mine. The ball was in her court, I think. Friends wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but I knew in time I could win her over. I would use the friendship to get close to her and end this relationship with this other guy. With him out of the way, there would be nothing stopping me from having her. I could wait a little while longer, I think. I leave the restaurant still smelling her vanilla scent perfume.
A few hours later she texted me a message saying hi friend. My heart pounds a little harder as I read your few words.
I couldn't wait to spend more time with you.