(It’s been so so long. I don’t know what this is, just random words thrown together. Thanks for the reads!! I’ve missed you guys!!!❤️❤️)

I knew it was him when I heard his laugh coming up from behind me.

I shut my eyes groaning as he tumbled into the booth bench across from me.

“I’m busy,” I shot as he gave me a winded smile. His face was still painted with laughter, but then again when wasn’t it?

“You know,” he leaned his arms onto the table as he looked into my eyes like he was about to tell me that he loves me. “You only get one.”

I shake my head as he grabs a fry from the plate in front of me.

“One what?” I ask watching as he throws the fry into his mouth still a little too close to me.

“What do you think?”

I shrug as he reaches for another one. “I’m guessing it’s gonna be the fries. But then again I’m always ‘wrong’.”

He lets out a small laugh then leaning even closer to me across the table. “You’ve got one. . .” He pauses then scanning the area behind me for any wondering ears n. who might be listening in. He is Chase Knigjt after all. “Shot.” He says averting his eyes back to me.

One shot? What the heck does that mean?

“Take it,” he starts sliding away from me and out of the booth. “Take your shot, stranger. You’ve only got one.”

“Shot at what?!” I yell after him as he starts down the aisle.

He turns walking backwards as he winks. “I think you know the answer to that.”

He slips out the door and leaves me frozen. Did he just say I have a shot with him? To like date him?

I scoff as the thought floods my mind. How stupid is Chase to think I’d instantly fall for him? It’s not very romantic to say I’ve got a chance with him, he might as well have asked me to Prom laughing as he said kidding.

I stand from my seat my eyes suddenly watery. Maybe it just hurts because he’s the boy I’ve been in love with for years. My vision blurs as I start waking towards the door he exited from just a few minutes before. I can’t belive this…I think to myself as I push open the door. He’s standing outside by his truck leaning against the door as he meets my eyes.

Prove it to yourself. “3:30 tomorrow. Here.”

Prove it that he’s just playing with you like every other guy.

He gives me his best smile as he nods once. “I’ll be the guy with the flower. Bleeding heart right?”

My mouth almost drops when those two words come out. How does he know that?

I nod slowly. “Yeah.”

He smiles again. “Great, I’ll see you then. . . Stranger.”