Someone needs to pinch me because I can't believe that just happened. She kissed me and I kissed her back. Who am I? If the bell hadn't interrupted, I honestly don't know what would have happened. Well, I do know and I've thought about it since it happened. A lot. I feel crazy: longing for a bartender who most likely doesn't care for me, she must do this a lot. But the look she gave me, surely that can't be faked?

My class benefited from my positive mood. I moved their test to tomorrow and let them leave early, I was eager to go home and spend the evening with my thoughts.

I got home around 4pm, I stayed a little longer as I had to write a report on the incident involving Ashton and Caleb. They gave me an extra form that Y/N would have to fill in. I had the perfect excuse to text her, on Instagram because I still hadn't given her my number or received hers.

Hey, I have a statement form you need to fill in, are you free tonight?

Y/N: I'm working till 2 😪

You could come over after I finish? Bit late though so I understand if not

I suppose you're worth it

The form is very important

Oh, for sure, the form is my top priority.

See you later ;)

A wink face, what could that mean? I really need to stop reading into every little thing she says but I can't help it. She's still so... different. My mind is pulled from my wondering thoughts when I see Robbie message me.

Working late again, not eaten yet 😒 ily 😍😍😍😍

I should never have introduced him to emojis.

Dinner was my next mission, I knew Y/N most likely wouldn't eat considering how late she finishes and even if she has, she can eat this tomorrow for her lunch. I simply made pasta. Tagliatelle pasta with melted cheese, onions and vegetables. I hadn't gotten to know her too well yet so... was she vegetarian? The risk was too high that she would be, in my mind at least, so I kept it easy and meat free. If she is vegan... I'm screwed.

I made Robbie some, well I gave him my scraps after packaging Y/Ns plastic container. I left it on the side, he would have to reheat it but that didn't worry me as I did this so often. I don't think we have sat and ate together in a few months at least.

Finally, it was 2. I had waited an hour, fully dressed and ready to go but I didn't want to be early so I waited... and waited. I didn't want to look bad, so I wore something I thought fit going to someone's house at 2am with pasta.

I drove to La Lace, parked outside and made my way round the back of the building to the stairs which lead up to her apartment. The door was a deep brown and numbered '9'. I knocked softly, just in case she wasn't in or even asleep.

My couch felt like a cloud as I fell onto it after entering my apartment after working a 6-hour shift. I hadn't forgot about the meeting I had arrange with Elizabeth. I was sure she was making the excuse of the statement form to be able to see me again. If so, I wasn't complaining.

The knock at the door brought me out from my room, shuffling to put on some comfortable clothes and to the kitchen where the front door stood.

As the door creaked open, a smile came to her face as she looked at me, holding a plastic counter out in front of her.

"Hi and hello" I said as I looked to the container which I took into my hands. I opened the lid, the still warm pasta and cheese mix floating into the air around me.

"You made me pasta?" I question, honestly surprised by the 'gift'.

"I assumed you wouldn't have eaten" I said not really paying attention to her as I looked around her apartment. I knew I had seen it before but... I wasn't really paying attention to the things around me. The walls were half brick and white plaster, most of the furniture was dark oak and little trinkets were scattered around. It was cluttered but in an organised way; almost as though she hadn't thought about where she was putting stuff but it came together rather well. Everywhere I looked, some form of plant was there or book. It was a small apartment, only brick walls splitting the area in half to make a bedroom and kitchen/lounge. My house seemed like a mansion compared but somehow this felt more homely.

It was so small that when I went to sit on the couch, I watched her like a TV in the kitchen getting us drinks.

"What would you like to drink? Wine, Beer or Coffee" She asked, not looking to me but continuing to make herself coffee with a very new, technology filled coffee machine.

"Coffee, please"

I watched her make me a coffee, the same as hers. She had wide mugs with abstract paintings on, which I had to hold with two hands.

"Have you read all these?" I asked, gesturing over to the wood unit next to the counter which brought together an abundance of books, all of which had little neon-coloured tags pointing out the top, where she had gone through and marked areas. I did the same.

My eyes wandered the place as she started speaking about the books, walking over to look at them. Even in such simple attire my eyes appreciated her look.

She sat at the breakfast bar area, opening the container once again. She leant over the counter and opened the draw on the other side, getting a fork.

"So, where's this 'form' ?" She asked with a grin, looking over to me as she began twirling the tagliatelle around her fork. She thought I was lying about the form, I could tell.

I smugly nodded and reached into my back pocket, pulling out the statement form. I walked over to her, placing it next to her. It was folded four times and had crumpled slightly in my pocket.

"It looks more like a ransom note than a form" She retorted.

I took a seat next to her, I felt like I was a part of her world now. Her home had already told me so much about her. I stared at her for a few heart beats. The words "You're quiet?" took me out of my tranced and I hummed back in response.

"Tired" My hands moved to prop my head up as I look at her side profile. "You're not?"

She shook her head. Next, she stood up, tucking the chair in so she could slide past without the objects behind her falling over. She ate as she walked around, stopping occasionally to take another mouthful. I watched her curiously, what was she doing? The coffee tasted like Christmas, I can't explain it, cinnamon... and lots of sugar. Too much for my liking. As I placed it onto the counter top, unable to drink it because she wanted to give me diabetes, she returned back with none other than my bra from that fateful night.

"You're a -" I started, about to insult her but she tilted her head, waving her hand for me to continue like a child. I snatched the bra from her hands. "I kept it in my nightstand, safe and sound."

"Oh, so you expected me to come back?" I replied, I think it took her by surprise, judging by the fact she returned to her seat and took a large gulp of her coffee.

"I didn't expect you to, I hoped you would" With that sentence, I drank from my coffee mug, covering my face which looked as though I had a school girl crush.

Our conversation went on for a few more minutes as she went through the form, discussing what I had written and how she could back mine up. Which was a nice gesture considering in the moment she completely disagreed with everything I said. As her hand reached for the pen on the pin board behind her, the door began to unlock and the handle jiggled.

Who was trying to come in? A robber? No, they wouldn't have a key. Who else could possibly have another key to her apartment?

Shit.