Chapter Eight - Sort of sounds like a date...
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Layla’s P.O.V
I was finally having my day off from work, been a busy nine days straight and interesting with Miles around, never a dull moment. I was looking forward to spending the day with Kyle. Well until he decided he would rather go out and watch a game with his friends, something that doesn’t bother me usually but this in the first day we have had off together. I sort of thought he would want to spend it together. Clearly a better offer from his friends. And No, I am not one of those clingy, annoying girlfriends that don’t let her boyfriend do what he wants without complaining and moaning, never been that but I have the right to be pissed since this is the only day we will have for at least another week off together.
“I won’t be too late back baby.” He said
“Whatever,” I said not even looking at him.
“Layla, don’t be like that, come on.” He said
“Like what? Mad because it is the only day off, we have together, and you would rather be going to drink and watch a damn game?” I said annoyed
He sighed, shaking his head and walked out. I would get over it soon, just pissed off and can you blame me? We barely see each other as it is. He works with the friends he is going out with, but you know whatever. I don’t like being that girl. I had no clue what to do with myself, all my friends were working or spending time with their other halves. I guess it is a day in the house for me, doing nothing? I am sure I could find something to occupy myself.
I tried relaxing and watching TV, never worked I was bored. I am probably better getting out of the house. I had one person I could text that could keep me company…Miles, he wasn’t working either today. I was not sure if that was my best option but at least I wouldn’t be bored right? I grabbed my phone, texting him.
Layla: Hey, you free for coffee or drinks or something? I am bored out of my mind ☹ X
I am sure he may have other things to do but I may as well try. Only a moment later and I see he was texting me back.
Miles: Thought you were gonna spent the day with Kyle? X
Layla: So did I. He got a better offer; he is away out to watch the game with some friends X
Miles: Well, that was jackass move of him was it not? But yes, I am free, you want me to come by and pick you up? We can find something to do lol X
Layla: Yes, yes it was. I don’t usually mind but it was the only day we had off together. I can meet you somewhere. I haven’t eaten, could really do with food lol X
Miles: Whatever works best. You wanna meet me at Toby’s for lunch and a drink? X
Layla: OK, meet you there in an hour?
Miles: Works for me, see you soon beautiful X
I headed through grabbing a quick shower and getting myself ready. I grabbed my favourite black, ripped skinny jeans, an over-sized tee and my ankle boots. I pulled my hair back in a high ponytail and put some mascara and lip-gloss on. I made sure I had everything before heading out to go meet him. I decided to take the bus, no point in taking my car if I am gonna have a drink with lunch, would need to leave it in town so makes more sense to hop on the bus. I put my earphones on the journey, keeping myself occupied until I got there. A text coming through from Miles to say he will wait outside for me.
I got off at my stop, thanking the driver and heading down to where I was meeting Miles. He was standing there, messing around with his phone waiting for me. He was looking good, casual but good. I can think that right? Sticking with the motto I can look as long as I don’t touch. He was dressed in skinny jeans, a checked shirt and boots.
“Hey,” I said standing in front of him.
“Hey, beautiful.” He said looking up at me smiling.
I smiled, the two of us heading in to get seated, the place quite busy for lunch.
“Table for two, please? Preferable a booth up the back.” Miles said with a smile.
“Sure thing, follow me…” The hostess smiled, leading us up the back.
“Why the back? You ashamed to be seen with me?” I laughed
“Who would be ashamed of you? Anyone was ashamed to be seen with you, they would be an idiot.” He said, “I like being out of the way of everyone, the better chance of hearing us when we talk.” He added as we slipped into the booth.
“Can I get you both a drink?” she asked
“I will have a Scotch on the rocks.” He smiled
“A pink gin with lemonade for me please.” I smiled
She nodded, heading off to our drinks for us. Miles passed me a menu to look at, making sure we had our orders ready for the waitress coming back.
“I am gonna have the cheeseburger and fries I think.” He said aloud
“I think I will have the chicken salad with a side of fries too,” I said
The waitress came back with our drinks and we placed our orders with her.
“I am sorry Kyle made other plans.” He said
“Me too but what can I do?” I said shrugging
“Go on a date with your younger, sexier colleague.” He chuckled.
I found myself laughing too, knowing he was trying to lighten the mood.
“Date? Who said anything about this being a date? It is lunch and drinks.” I laughed
“Sort of sounds like a date though, don’t you think?” he smirked
“You think what you like, whatever makes you feel better buddy, but I am gonna call it lunch and drinks.” I laughed
“Tell me that again after a few drinks…” He smirked.
I flipped him off, taking a sip of my drink through my straw and laughed. I was feeling better already even only after being around for ten minutes.
“No, in all honesty, Layla, I am sorry he was an ass and chose his friends and the game over you. There is no need for that, the man needs to realise what he has.” He said softly.
Usually, when he is saying a comment that involves Kyle, he is a smartass, but he seemed genuinely meant what he was saying.
“These things sometimes happen in Long term relationships,” I said trying to shrug it off.
“It shouldn’t though Layla.” He said, “If I had a woman like you, I would make sure you were my top priority.” He added
“Thanks,” I smiled taking another drink.
The conversation ended there, Miles taking a sip of his own drink. I hope this tension that seems to be rising between us doesn’t get stronger as the day goes on.
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