“So, Payno, tell me.
It’s been what, the third time this week? Gonna have to upscale your
workout routine if you wanna stay as fit as you are, mate.” Louis’
blue eyes wandered around the room. “So, which one is boy
Looking up from the menu he already knew from beginning to end – it was all about pretences, you see, because Louis’ teasing would not stop if he saw an opening – Liam pleaded. “Tone it down, will you? I already told you, I love the food here.”
“Yeah, yeah, right. And your favourite dish is the one you can never have, namely the not-so-tall, but dark and handsome waiter you can’t wait to have a taste of, am I right Payno?” He chuckled at Liam’s incredulous stare. “Saw him on my way in, and I’m not blind, he’s fucking gorgeous. I knew there was a reason you kept coming here. Bet you dream about laying him over your bedspread and taste his a–”
Liam kicked him under the
table, eyes looking around desperately. “Will you just shut up for
God’s sake, Louis! He’s going to hear you!”
“Oh, so you do come here for him. And when I say come, I mean it in every way, especially in the mornings when you wake up from those dreams of eating him o–”
Liam gritted his teeth, jaw clenching. “TOMMO. SHUT. THE. HELL. UP.”
None of the boys saw the waiter coming to their table, so both of them – mostly Liam, whose back was turned – were surprised when they heard a soft voice with a strong Northern accent say “Hello and welcome to The Aroma Grill. Are you ready to order?”. Liam looked up and felt his cheeks blush furiously under the waiter’s gaze, honey-coloured eyes bright in the restaurant’s soft lights. His expression was neutral, the empty mask of politeness required in his line of work carefully laid over his features, betraying nothing of his thoughts, but Liam felt exposed. There was no way he hadn’t heard Louis, not when it was past the rush and there were barely any people left in this part of the restaurant. For a second, Liam indulged himself and let his eyes wander over the gorgeous face that’d been haunting his dreams for weeks – since the first time he came here for lunch with his colleagues, every other detail from that day forgotten. Bronze skin, shiny dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, full lips begging to be bitten, neat stubble running along his jaw and cheekbones to die for. And his eyes. His eyes were like liquid gold, framed by long, thick, dark eyelashes, and Liam felt a shiver running down his spine when he finally looked into them again. Fucking model, he thought. And no, Liam was not obsessed with him. Nope. Like he said, he loved the food here.
The waiter coughed
politely, his lips turning up in the smallest of smiles, and
belatedly, Liam realised he’d been staring for too long. “Hmm..”
There he was, in front of the most beautiful person he’d ever seen,
mind blank and cheeks alarmingly red. Coming here with Louis was
clearly a mistake. He’d known it from the beginning.
Louis piped up. “Can you give us a few more minutes, mate? I think his mind is fried, I couldn’t stop putting filthy ideas in his head, the imagery is too much for him.” He winked at Liam. “You look so innocent, Payno, but I know you like being teased. It’s okay love, there’s no need to blush.”
The waiter – Zayn,
Liam knew, he’d seen the name tag enough times – nodded, his eyes
darkening and lingering on Louis for a second too long before he
turned away, a soft I’ll be right back on his lips, going to
the bar to pick up another table’s round of drinks.
Once he was sure Zayn was out of earshot, Liam finally looked up, brow furrowed in a way that betrayed his murderous thoughts. “I am going to kill you, Louis. Harry will be inconsolable.”