Milkshake girl

Chapter eight - Maybe she is the one

Nate's POV:

I found my i********: girl. It turned out that it's the Milkshake girl. I send her a follow request, but she didn't accept it, or at least not yet. I don't know why her account is private, but after all, it's her decision. Yesterday for the first time I went out with her and I have to say that I liked it. We weren't on a date, but to talk with someone, who treats you like you are just a normal boy, feels nice. Now I am starting to think that she knows who I am. Well, she has my i********:. I don't know does she follow me, but this girl knows who I am. I mean that I have almost one hundred thousand followers. I hope that she is one of them. This was also the first time when I received a different comment. I guess that I was the only one to understand it. I read the replies from girls and I don't know should I laugh or cry. This is sad. They have no idea what she was trying to say. When we were in the diner and the Milkshake girl went to the toilet, I replied to my i********: girl. In the same moment, the phone in front of me had a notification. That is how I understood who she is. I should not be surprised. My Milkshake girl looks like the type of girl who would say something like this. 

I woke up and checked my phone. It was only 8:30 am. Too early to go out. I went to take a shower. When I was done, I put some clothes on and checked if someone has searched me. I was surprised when I opened my i********:. The Milkshake girl has accepted my request. I will not lie that I am excited. Therefore, her name is Olivia. I think that I will be using the nickname, which I gave her. I looked at her photos and woah. Most of them were with filters, but there were a few who weren't. I have to say that she looks good. I have no idea why she is using filters so much, but I think that without them, she looks better. I read the caption under one of her photos. 

I might be ugly, but at least I am real. If you don't like me, just walk away. 

Now I realize that maybe she feels insecure about herself. That's the only explanation for the filters. Personally, I think that she looks great, but I don't think that she thinks the same. I decide to leave her a comment. Maybe this will make her feel better about herself.

You don't need filters to be pretty. Natural beauty is better than one hundred layers of make-up. 

It's not something smart, but this is what I think. If I have to be honest, I think that the Milkshake girl is the first one who I see without make-up. All the girls who walk after me wear it. It's not like it's f*******n, but I don't see the need. This won't make me like them more. Mostly, because with it, I will never get the chance to see how the person really looks like. 

I don't know how, but she made a very good first impression. With her, I can talk normally and there is no need to be under the spotlight. I am a normal boy who wants to drink a milkshake and chill with his friends. Maybe I can talk with her again. I'll skip breakfast because I'm not very hungry. I grabbed my things and walked out. Soon I arrived in front of the milkshake shop and walked in. To be honest, I was a little bit disappointed when I saw Carmen. Maybe my Milkshake girl is in the back room. There is one way to find out. I walked up to the woman and she smiled at me. 

- Hi, how can I help you?

- Is the Milkshake girl here?

- Who?

- Sorry, I mean Olivia. 

- No. She will come later. 

- Do you know when?

- She didn't tell me an hour, but probably soon. If you want, you can wait for her here. 

- Do you know how I can find her? 

- Well, I can give you her address, but I'm not sure that this is a good idea. 

- I already know where she lives.

- In that case, you can leave her a message and when she comes, I will give it to her. 

- Yes, that will work. 

- Here. Take a pen and this paper. 

My message was simple. It's not something urgent, but I still want to talk with her. It's just getting addictive and I don't think that I can stop. I don't know how she is doing it, but this girl has a talent. 

Dear Milkshake girl, I came to search for you, but you weren't in the shop. This is my phone number. Call or send me a message when you come to work. Your Milkshake boy. 

- I'm done. 

- Ok, I will leave it here and when she comes, she will read it. 

- Thank you. 

- No problem. 

With that, I walked out. I went to one park near the shop in case she calls me. To be honest, I could easily go to her house, but this will be too much. After all, we are not friends or close. Moreover, I don't know how parents will react when a stranger walks into their house and wants to talk with their daughter. I am not a bad boy, but they don't know me. 

It was lunchtime, but there was no call or text. Maybe she forgot or she hasn't arrived yet. I was walking to one fast food restaurant to get food when I heard my phone. I looked up and saw a message from an unknown number. I opened it and a smile appeared on my face. 

I am waiting for you. :)

I quickly saved her number in my contacts under the name Milkshake girl. Now I know her real name, but I prefer the nickname. I bought food for both of us and went to the milkshake shop. She was staying behind the cash register as usual. I walked up to her and she smiled at me. 

- I heard that you have been searching for me. 

- I did. I'm glad that you have read my note. 

- No problem. What will be today's order? 

- The usual. Make one for yourself and come to my table. I bought us lunch. 

- Don't you think that you are spoiling me? Moreover, for you, I am a stranger. - she said chuckling

- Maybe, but when I am in good mood, I am nice. You have to get used to this. 

- In that case, I will accept. I skipped breakfast and now I am starving. - she said and I laughed

- Be quick then. I am waiting for you. 

I sat at my table and waited for her. Soon she came with two milkshakes. I took the lunch out of the bags and she quickly started eating. It's visible that she is hungry. I chuckled to myself, which made her look at me. I didn't say anything and only smiled at her. She continued with her food and I started with mine. Carmen came to say that she is going home, which is perfect. Not like I mind her, but what I do with the Milkshake girl is our business. 

Like that, we were left alone. While she was eating, I used the chance to look at her. I still don't know why she prefers to use filters instead to show her real self. Isn't this what she said to me? Well, indirectly, but it was the same thing. 

- Hey, can I ask you something?

- Sure. 

- Why do you use filters for your pictures?

- Because... I... I don't feel good in my own skin. 

- But why? You look good. I guess that you haven't read the comment, which I left you. 

- No, I didn't have time this morning. I will check it. 

She pulled out her phone and looked at me. In the moment she read it, her cheeks became bright pink. My Milkshake girl nodded her head down and took a sip of her milkshake. 

- You should stop being so insecure about yourself. What I wrote, wasn't a lie. I really think it. 

- I know, but this won't help me. High school made me doubt myself and now nothing can change that. I still feel like I am not good enough or that there is something wrong with me. 

- Which is not true. I don't know what is going on in your high school, but don't believe what people tell you. They only want to make you feel bad. 

- You have no idea what is to be there. That's why my parents decide to move me for my senior year. 

- Was it that bad?

- It was hell. People were making comments about the way I look and me. No one wanted to talk with me. Mostly, they were avoiding me like I am a dangerous person. I never fit in. Since the beginning. I don't know what I did to deserve this, but I guess that this is my luck. 

This is horrible. Why people would do such a thing to her? She looks so innocent and it's very nice with people or at least with my friends and me. Now I understand why she is so closed in herself. I thought that it's because usually not many people come here and we became regulars, but it wasn't because of us. I don't know in which high school she was, but it makes me feel bad for her. No one deserves to be treated that way and the fact that she had to live with these four years is not making it any better.

- I hope that your new school will be better. 

- Me too. I told my parents to not move me because only one year left me, but they didn't listen to me. 

- They did the right decision. 

- I know, but I'm still not sure about it. 

- You have to be more positive. 

She didn't say anything. I got up from my place and sat next to her. I pulled her close for a hug. I felt how she got loose in my hands. This won't help her, but at least can make her feel better. I don't know what else to do. I have to admit that this feels good. Up to now, I have never been so close with a girl. Well, that was my decision. I just wanted to find the right girl. Maybe she is the one. With all the girls with who I have been even for a while, she is the one who makes me comfortable. I can be myself and act the way I want to. I am not a celebrity, but people in school make me feel like that, and I don't like it very much. 

- Hey, everything will be ok. Moreover, I will come here every day to make you company. - I said with a smile

- Thanks, but there is no need to. I'll be fine. 

- Are you sure?

- I am. Now, I'll go to clean the dirty cups. Do you want another milkshake?

- Yes, but make it only chocolate this time. 

- Ok, when I make it, I'll bring it to you. - she said and left

I want to make her pain go away, but I don't think that I can. No matter what has happened in her school, it got her. It got her so much that now she doesn't like herself. She feels insecure and that she is not good enough. Maybe if I spend more time here or tell her that she is fine just the way she is every five minutes, she might feel better. I really want to help her, but I don't know how. 

Soon she came with my milkshake and went into the back room. I followed her. I won't walk inside because this is no room for customers, but I don't want to leave her alone. I just feel that she needs company right now. Even if it's a silent one. My Milkshake girl walked out and flinched when she saw me. I smiled at her and she returned it. I made her look at me and saw the pain in her eyes. Maybe she won't start crying, but I know that inside she already is doing it. I walked up to her and gave her another hug. 

- I can help you, but only if you let me. 

- Thanks, but you already did enough. 

- But I want to do it. 

- Why?

- Because no one deserves this. You even less. Yes, we might have met like two weeks ago, but you made a great first impression. You are nice, chill, funny and I love your milkshakes. - I said and she chuckled

- Thank you. I needed to hear that. 

- Now, make another milkshake, and let's continue our talk. After all, I am here for you. 

With that, she blushed. More and more I realize that this is the type of girl, which I am searching for. I'm not saying that the Milkshake girl is the one, but she is the closest. No one has made me feel this way, except my friends. They are the only ones who look at me like I am normal. Now, is she. Maybe I should give her a chance. First, I have to make her believe in herself more and rise up her self-esteem. Everything else is easy. I hope that she'll let me. 

Until the end of the day, I was with the Milkshake girl. Most of the time we were talking. I am getting addicted to her milkshakes, but in my defense, she makes them tasty. Later, she closed the shop and we walked for a while. I wanted to send her home, but she said that first, she has to give Barry the key from the shop and then she will go home. I didn't mind that. All I wanted it to walk with her for a little more. Not like I won't see her tomorrow. I'm realizing that I come to the shop only because of her, not because it's quiet. Yes, my friends come here too, but when I talk with her, I prefer to do it without them. I left her in front of her house and then walked home. Today was a good day. I am starting to get to know this girl and that behind her smile, there is a horrible story. I hope that I will be able to hear because this is what I want to do now. The truth is that I want to be close to her. Maybe she is the one, but I want to find out by myself.