This story starts in a popular waffle house chain. Typical crush stuff, ya know. I made sure my hair and makeup were always nice on the off chance that he’d be working. I would laugh a little too hard at him dancing on our patio when we had no customers. I could feel myself catch my breath every time the backdoor opened because I thought it could’ve been him. I couldn’t be edgy and act like I didn’t give a fuck about him. I shamelessly fell in love right before his eyes.
Shawn was just handsome. He had classic gentleman, cute boy energy. Much taller than me. It just made it so much worse. At some point I knew that nobody came for the waffles; they came for Shawn.
We started to build a fun rapport during our shifts together. Some may even dare say it was flirty. Getting with Shawn had been so far out of my mind because of how long I’ve had this silent crush. It was extremely hard to tell if he liked me or not. I just assumed it was the latter to avoid my heart being broken.