Dan and Phil imagines

Chiqui-toes

"So, have you watched Buffy?" I ask, trying so hard to avoid slamming my head on the table. This is the worst date I have ever been on.
"What's Buffy?" Kill me.
"A TV show, it's really cool; it's got Anthony Head and one of the girls from How I Met Your Mother- you've watched that, right?"
"Nope, I think it's stupid." Okay, that's forgivable, I guess.
"And the Big Bang Theory, you've seen that? Please?" I'm pleading now. Then he gives the dreaded answer.
"Nope- I think that's stupid too." I sigh and rest my head on my hands. I actually want to hurt him- I don't think I've ever been on a date with someone so frustratingly disinterested. He hasn't said anything productive this whole evening and I actually feel like I may give up.
I prod my flatbread with a fork and cut off a chunk, chewing for as long as I can to avoid having to talk any more.
And then I see him.
Sitting a couple of tables in front of us is a tall boy with black hair. He's slumped forward a bit, looking just as fed up as me and - le gasp - he's on a date. The girl, wearing a black dress which I can tell is low cut from the back, is blonde and almost mirrors my date- bored and uninterested.
And he sees me.
He looks up and meets me eyes. His eyes are so pretty- they're blue, kind of like mine but more sea blue than grey blue, I can see that from over here. He makes a 'kill me gesture' and lets out a low laugh which carries over to me. I return the laugh and nod subtly, reaching for the knife.
We continue our mini conversation until my date picks up on something.
"Sorry, am I boring you?" Yes, actually.
"No, sorry, just saw a friend."
"And they're more important than me?" Maybe if you actually spoke to me, that wouldn't be the case.
"No? It's just that I haven't seen them in ages. Is that an issue?"
"Yes, it kind of is." Douchebag. "You're supposed to be on a date with me, not your friend."
"You've been texting under the table the whole time!" I challenge. Nailed it. "You're supposed to be on a date with me, not your phone."
"Fine. Well I'm done with you." He raises his voice and people start to turn around, including the adjacent cutie.
"Please, just sit down and we can work this out."
"No," he slams down half of the cheque. "We can't. I try to take you out somewhere nice and this happens."
"Calm down, it's not like we're married. We barely spoke anyway." My voice is low and quiet, barely audible over the hum of the restaurant - despite the fact that most of them have shut up to eavesdrop.
"I'm done with you." He walks out, slamming the door behind him, and I have to hold up a napkin to my mouth to hide my laughter- he's so melodramatic. Staff all turn around to see what the commotion was about, but find nothing. How Stupid.
Adjacent cutie keeps his head down through the rest of his meal, and I have a mocktail while texting my best friend to tell her all about the date from hell.
An hour or so passes before someone slips into my booth. I look up to see a button down shirt and the lovely eyes of the adjacent cutie.
"That was quite a scene he made there." Oh. My. God. His accent is almost impossible to place, but his tone is so attractive I literally melt.
"You don't know the half of it. You probably said more to me on my date that he did!"
"A date, hmm?" His face lifts and he cocks a smile mockingly.
"Yes, surprisingly. What about you? Sibling or bitey neighbour?"
"A set up. My best friend pushed me into it, and it was possibly the worst experience of my life. She cared more about snapchatting her meal than she did talking to me."
"Ugh," I groan. "I know exactly what you're going through. He didn't even know what Buffy was-" he gasps. "Are you okay?!"
"I love Buffy." Now it's my turn to gasp.
"No. Way. Me too!" We just kind of look at each other in awe.
"I don't think I got your name, I'm Phil."
"Y/N," I smile. "Lover of 00's bands and TV shows."
"You've practically just summed me up. How do you feel about dessert?" He picks up the menu and decides on something instantly before sliding it to me. I place my finger on the cheesecake and he smiles so widely that I feel myself smile in response, just because I can. Maybe this date didn't turn out as badly as I anticipated, maybe we'll see what the future brings. But for now; dessert.
"There's nothing better."