Stargazer. [Cyrus Barrone]

Gentleman Caller.

~Brett's POV~

About a week had passed and I was stood behind the till at work, drumming my fingers on the desk. I brushed my fringe from my eyes and adjusted my goggles. Business was slow as usual and I was bored out of my mind so I decided to take my break early. I let Rebecca know and went to sit in the back room.

About five minutes later my game of Angry Birds was interrupted by Becca poking her head in. "Hey, Brett." She whispered loudly.

"What?" I said not looking up from my phone.

"You've got a gentleman caller." She snickered.

"If it's one of my brothers please tell them they're supposed to be at work and that I'll speak to them when I get home." I replied, still not looking up from my phone.

"No, Brett, there's actually a guy here to see you." She repeated, I looked up at her. "Are you kidding me?" I asked, disbelievingly. Rebecca shook her head, causing her curly mop of hair to flip around dramatically. I got up, brushed off my Misfits t-shirt and walked back out into the main area of the shop and looked around. There were several groups of students huddled around laptops, sipping coffees. A guy loitering by the door and an elderly couple having tea and scones by the window that looked out onto the grey streets of London on a cold September afternoon. There was no one here for me. I frowned. "Becca you arse, there's no one-" I began but I stopped mid sentence when the guy loitering at the door turned around and waved shyly at me. It was Shane. I grinned manically and hopped over the counter, ignoring the complaints from the customers. I skipped over to Shane and gave him a hug. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around my waist softly. I pulled back slightly, so we were still in an embrace but I could talk to him properly. "Hello, Brett." He said quietly.

"Hi, Cy." I smiled. He stood silently for a minute, I could tell he was thinking hard about something. "What's on your mind, Shane?" I asked, slightly concerned. "Well, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go on a sort of date with me?" He asked nervously, a slight blush creeping up his neck. I could feel my cheeks heat up and I smiled. "I would love that!" I giggled.

"Alright, I'll pick you up from yours at about five? Oh and dress casual." Shane beamed.

"Yeah, sounds perfect. I've got to get back to work, see you later then, yeah?" I said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "See ya." He replied with a smile before shoving his hands into the pockets of his long, black coat and exiting the store. I squealed and made my way back to the till. Becca looked at me quizzically. "So?" She said, inviting me to tell her everything.

"He asked me out on a date." I sighed dreamily.

"Where's he taking you?" She squealed.

"I don't know he didn't say. All he said is that he's picking me up at five and to dress casual."

"So you're not going somewhere posh then?" Becca said, sounding slightly underwhelmed. I chuckled Becca is one of those people who like big, expensive, extravagant things. "No, probably not, but I'll be with Shane so wherever we are I'll have a good time." I smiled.

"You really like him, don't you?" Rebecca chuckled.

"I don't know, I haven't known him long but I think I do, yeah."

"Well me and Deryn hadn't been dating long but he proposed so you never know." Becca giggled admiring her large diamond ring. I would be lying if I said I wasn't jealous of what the two of them have.

The day passed rather slowly and I began to get antsy as the time inched closer to the end of my shift. I was getting more and more nervous about my date with Shane, though at the same time I was really excited. After what felt like centuries the clock struck three thirty and I shrugged my leather jacket on before venturing out into the streets of London. I waited for the bus in the cold, tugging my jacket tighter around myself to try and keep warm: It didn't work. The cold September air chilled me to the bone and I hoped to god that whatever Shane had planned didn't take place outside. I checked the time on my phone, it was quarter to four and the bus still wasn't here. Could the bus not have picked another day to be late! I took a deep breath and willed for the bus to arrive. I let out a frustrated groan and checked the time again. "Running late are we, dear?" Asked a sweet elderly woman sat next to me.