Walking in to the smell of a deluxe Big Belly Burger and fries, as well as the sight of your favorite shake should have been heaven. And, okay, it was a little bit. But even as you snagged one of the gorgeous fries, your eyes searched the room for your best friend.
“‘Fess up, Cisco. You only spoil me when you have something to apologize for. And dropping out conversation last night doesn’t merit all of this.”
His anxious smile wasn’t helping you feel any better.
“Speaking of that conversation…”
You felt that fry turn to ashes in your throat. You almost took a sip of the shake, but you knew it would sit like lead in your stomach right now with your apprehension levels rising.
“What about it?”
Stay calm. There was no reason to overreact. It could be anything. You shouldn’t jump to conclusions that Barry was dating someone else again, or had found out, or Wells had, or Caitlin, or anyone else.
“Well, Barry may have come by last night?”
That was a pretty good reason for him to stop replying. He’d probably had to put his phone away and just forgot about it.
You still wanted to know where this apology was headed. Still were doing your best not to jump to any conclusions.
“He miiiight have startled me and wanted to know what I was laughing at,” Cisco started again. You could feel your cheeks flushing, and you picked up the shake after all to keep yourself distracted.
He’d been laughing at you? Ugh of course he had. You’d been waxing poetic about the scarlet speedster and it probably had been objectively a little funny. But it was still embarrassing.
“And what excuse did you give him?”
“Umn.. that’s the thing.. he might not have believed me?”
You gave him a blank stare, waiting for your friend to just rip the band aid off already.
“And he might have seen my phone? Because I may have accidentally left it out on the table when he asked me?”
After several moments of you trying to convince your anxiety that you had to have misheard Cisco, the penny dropped.
“Francisco Ramon, you had better not be saying what I think you’re saying,” you threatened. If he was, then you were going to have to call out as dead.
“I.. yeah he might have, potentially, definitely saw your texts. That’s my bad. But I mean, you can’t be too mad at me. He was flattered! He thought it was cute!”
You most certainly could be mad! But mostly, you wanted to fall into a hole and never have to face Barry again.
“Having the object of your affections think you are ‘cute’ for liking them isn’t exactly the pinnacle of success, Cisco! That’s like being told that you’re a sweet kid.”
The traitor looked at you sympathetically even as he stole some of your fries and asked if you were going to eat your burger before it got cold. A scowl set on your face as you looked towards your ‘please forgive me’ meal.
And froze as you actually focused on the burger this time, which had a post it on it with the note ‘For my biggest fan’.
Maybe you weren’t too mad at Cisco after all.