You hadn’t ever been popular, you were a romance nerd and hoped you could find some guys that was just as weird as you were.

you were pretty, but not to the standards of what your small town required.

so when you started working at a diner and met peter, you sort of got your hopes up that he could be the guy for you. since you were 11 to 15 his name flowed through your ears like water from most of your friends. then of course he moved to a private school before you got a chance to see why lots of girls adored him, or why most people would say how he was nice, but annoying.

then you met him. and he was a gentleman. he’d open the door for people, he was great with customer service, he warned you if the floor was mopped, and he was overall polite.

you got the hype, but were just waiting to be disappointed because of what you heard.

today was friday, the busiest day of the week by far.

and peter was late by 12 minutes.

“I am so, so sorry you all, my car was low on gas and it slowed me down a bit.” he said with meaning in his voice to the entire staff.