The moment your behind was planted down in the booth at his section, Brad brought out a Shirley Temple and a basket of fresh-out-the-fryer salty French Fries. He grinned down, placing the basket down in the middle of the table and your Shirley Temple next to you.

“D’ya want me t’ get Joey started on that chicken, or are we gettin’ more appies?” He asked you, leaning against the other side of the booth to look down at you.

When you answered that you were waiting for someone, his eyebrow cocked upwards. Waiting for someone? Your parents lived three hours away, you had college friends, so they were obviously not going to come to Bistro Huddy of all places. Who could you be waiting for?

“A guy?” Brad snarked once you told him, leaning forward curiously. He snatched a fry, chomping on his while he listened to you ramble. It was one of his favorite traits about you. He’d listen to you talk all day if he could.

But tonight he couldn’t. Why? You were here with a guy you met on campus.

So, of course, the moment Brad got back into the kitchen— which was where Nicole was wasting her shift time and Joey was yelling, he began to plot.

“Wait, let me get this straight,” Nicole sighed, giving him the more incredulous expression. “You’re going to sabotage her date because… you don’t have the balls to ask her out?” She deadpanned.

“Precisely.” He grinned, snatching a basket of mozzarella sticks.

“Hey! Those are for the couple in Nicole’s section! Which, Nicole, get on that!” Joey yelled, waving his knife around like a maniac.

“Yeah, I’ll let Brad do that. He’s onto something.” She snorted, watching as he giddily brought out the ‘on the house’ mozzarella sticks to you.

Aaron stared in disbelief, his head tilted to the side. “..Well, we should get that couple more food, right?” He asked Nicole unsurely. She gave him a shrug, watching Brad go goo-goo eyed over you.