Sweet Pea (Phan)

Chapter Two

And I don't mind if we take our time, 'Cause I'm all yours if you're all mine.

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Work was hard when Phil just wanted to be hanging out with Nico. A couple of days had passed since they had started dating, and Phil couldn't be happier with his life right now. Nico treated him like an actual prince, and in turn, Phil fell for him more and more every single day. He could already tell that there was a very large chance that he would fall in actual love with the guy.

Ah, love. Such a strange thought, especially when he thought about how perfect Nico was. He didn't really understand how Nico wanted to be with Phil of all people, when he was an ethereal human being himself. Nico, with his American accent and his pretty green eyes and his freckles. It was hardly fair that someone was that beautiful.

And yet, Phil was able to call him his own. What sort of miracle was that?

His phone vibrated in his pocket and he clenched his teeth together to stop himself from answering it. His manager, Cleo, was super strict about phones while they were working, claiming it made them look as if they were slacking. Occasionally Phil could sneak a quick text in, but he knew it was risky, especially when Cleo could poke her head around the corner and see him at any given moment.

"Phil, Dan's here," Chandler said, rounding the corner. She had a bunch of dirty dishes stacked on her tray, her other hand putting the tray jack on the rack. She gave Phil a smirk and fluttered her eyelashes. "I swear, that boy is totally head over heels for you. Why else would he come by himself every week just to have you as his server?"

Phil scowled at her and resisted the urge to smack the dirty dishes from her grip. If they were anywhere other than work, he might have, but he didn't want to get fired. Yet.

"Don't look at me like that," he reprimanded. "First of all, it's not true. And even if it were, it'd never happen. I have a boyfriend now, remember?"

Chandler snorted. "Boring," she muttered as she walked away, towards the dish room. He knew that she didn't mean it, that she was just having a bit of fun with him, but he couldn't stop himself from rolling his eyes anyway. She always teased him about Dan, stating that the man fancied Phil, hence the reason he even ate at LaBella's in the first place. That was just ridiculous, in Phil's opinion. There were plenty of regulars that showed up every week, ones that even requested Chandler every time. Why was it any different when it was Dan?

He shook his head, deciding not to dwell on the topic. He had a job to do, one that he was currently slacking on. Oops. He cracked his fingers, took a sip of his drink to wet his dry mouth, and stepped away from the server station, making his way into the dining room lobby. LaBella's was a small, family owned business that served copious amounts of "Italian" food. It was known for it's nice and cozy atmosphere and good fettuccine alfredo, so the restaurant was always buzzing with energy, no matter what time of day it was.

That was why Phil didn't have to question why Dan came to this place. It was a rather relaxing place to eat after class, the soft piano music and quiet chatter filling the air. Phil often saw him leaning over his textbooks, taking notes in a space themed notebook. When Phil had asked him before what he studied, Dan had looked embarrassed before admitting that he was a theatre student with a focus on directing. Phil had told him it was much cooler than his own English degree.

As Phil approached the familiar table, Dan was leant over the menu. He had his backpack sitting beside him on the booth and his notebook already on the table. A bright pink pen sat atop the notebook, which made Phil smile. No matter how small, it was always nice to see men not care about the implications behind the colour pink.

"Hey, Dan!" Phil exclaimed, and he watched with amusement as Dan's head shot up to stare at him.

Dan was definitely one of the prettiest customers Phil had ever had. When he first started coming in, Phil could admit that he'd even had a teensy tiny crush on him at one point. Of course, that had all faded over time, which was good considering Phil had Nico now. He was still pretty, though, with his wide brown eyes and his curly brown hair. He had a couple of beauty marks on his cheeks and even dimples which made Phil have trouble telling him no. Dimples were just too damn endearing.