Nell’s POV
The waitress fancies Ben. That much I’m certain of! From the moment she clocked him she’s hasn’t taken her eyes off him. Her body angled towards him, all her questions addressed to him, like I’m not even here.
She’s pretty, annoyingly pretty. Tall, blonde, tiny waist, exactly the type of girl Ben normally goes for!
“Can I order for you sweetheart?” he asks gently pulling me out of my thoughts
“Yes please.”
His posture relaxes immediately like I’ve handed him something important.
“I’ll have whatever IPA you have,” he says to the waitress, “and a berry cider for the lady please.”
The lady. I shouldn’t like that as much as I do.
The waitress smiles at him again before walking off and I immediately stare very hard at the menu.
“Someone’s got a fan,” I say lightly.
Too li
