A Flirty Waitress
Iris’ POV
Iris wrapped her arms tighter around Bucky’s waist as they raced through the city. She could feel his hard abdomen through his thin shirt. Damn.
The sky was darkening and the street lights were flicking on. Although it was still relatively hot outside, the icy air whipping by her bare legs chilled Iris to her bones. Bucky had given her his jacket which Iris was grateful for.
Bucky was taking back roads as not to get trapped in the evening’s traffic. The ends of her hair stuck out from under her helmet, fluttering in the wind. There was nothing she loved more than being on a motorcycle all though this was the first time she wasn’t driving it.
Eventually the two of them reached a quiet walking street blocked off from the road. Bucky pulled over and parked the motorbike, helping Iris off the back.
Bucky pulled off his own helmet but quickly replaced it with a well-worn cap. Iris also noticed he kept the leather gloves on his hand.
“What’s the hat for?” Iris asked, pulling off her own helmet to reveal her messy hair.
“I’m not necessarily liked by everyone in New York right now.” Bucky pulled the keys from the motorbike, hanging his helmet on the handles before taking Iris’ and doing the same.
“Oh.” Iris paused for a second, looking up at Bucky. His hair was a mess under the cap but for some reason Iris found it oddly attractive. His maroon shirt fit tightly over his body, emphasizing all his features. Iris suddenly felt overdressed. “Forget about that, lets go get some dinner. I’m starving.”
“Right this way, angel.” Bucky held out his arm which Iris took. The pair walked into the mostly empty street. The cobblestones clicked under Iris’ shoes but Bucky’s steps were silent. A few small shops and cute restaurants lined both sides of the path. A few trees peeked through the ground, surrounded by benches. A few individuals and groups spotted the area but most of the people were couples.
Iris felt comfortable walking down the well lit path towards wherever Bucky was going. At the the end of the street there was a small diner. Large, glowing letters illuminated the slightly darker end of the street. A large window stretched across the front of the diner. Only one other person was inside and he seemed deeply engrossed in his newspaper.
“Sunrise Diner, since 1924.” Iris read the neon letters out loud. “You really went here back then?” Bucky chuckled lightly.
“Quite a few times actually. It’s quite different now, though.” Bucky began leading Iris up to the front door. Inside it was a little kitschy but still cozy. Iris and Bucky sat across from each other in one of the red and white leather booths.
“Can I get you two lovebirds started off with anything to drink?” The busty waitress was wearing what seemed to be an attempt at a vintage waitress uniform but it looked more like a cheap costume. She placed two menus in front of the pair of them. Iris blushed slightly but Bucky seemed even more nervous. I wonder how long it’s been since his last date…
“A decaf would be nice.” Iris responded.
“Same here.” Bucky continued as she began writing on her small notepad.
“Right away hun.” The waitress winked at Bucky and Iris felt her body tense. She wasn’t the jealous type but then again she had never been in love before this. Wait, am I in love? Iris was beginning to wonder but was soon broken out of her daze by Bucky.
“Earth to Iris. You still here?” Bucky was waving his hand in front of her face. “What is it?”
“Just…tired, I guess.” Iris opened her menu and began looking for something to eat. Bucky seemed slightly concerned but didn’t say anything. “Whoa, they serve breakfast here all day?” Bucky smiled at her enthusiasm.
“All day, all night.” Bucky responded.
“We need to come here again then.”
“You are actually having breakfast for dinner?”
“You have a problem with that?”
“No.” Bucky chuckled. “I guess I’ll have breakfast too then.”
“Breakfast is the best meal of the day.”
“Hmm. I think I prefer dessert.”
“That’s not even a meal.”
“Well it is now.”
Iris laughed before choosing her dinner, or breakfast. The waitress returned with two mugs full of decaf, placing them down on the table. She leaned in a little too close to Bucky, her hefty chest in full view. Iris suddenly became self conscious. Iris knew she was thin everywhere. With a good bra she’d be a midsized B cup at most. It’s just the paranoia talking. Iris tried to convince herself but it wasn’t working. Her paranoia was a new symptom of her withdrawal. She couldn’t remember the last time she had gone this long without a fix and now she wasn’t sure how long she could hold back.
“So, what can I get you darling?” The waitress was specifically asking Bucky, almost ignoring Iris completely.
“I don’t know. Angel, what are you having?” Bucky gazed at Iris and she felt her heart melt. She felt triumphant as the flirty waitress huffed.
“I’ll go for the classic, eggs over easy.”
“Same for me, but I’ll take two.” Iris couldn’t help but smile as Bucky handed the menus back to the waitress, barely looking her in the eye. Without thinking Iris brushed her foot up his thigh, watching his eyes dart back into hers. Iris smirked, the waitress obviously sensing what was going on under the table.
“Your food will be ready soon.” The waitress grumbled before stomping away.
“So Mr. Barnes, are you going to tell me a bit about you now?” Iris was sipping at her decaf coffee which she had loaded with sugar.
“Now?”
“Well that’s was people do on first dates, right? Tell each other a bit about themselves?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
The mood had suddenly shifted in the quiet dinner. Bucky seemed to tense up as Iris prodded him for information. Maybe he’s right, I should give him time.
“You don’t need to tell me anything you don’t want to.” Iris quickly exclaimed. Bucky seemed to calm a bit. “I’d just like you not to be a total mystery to me.”
“I guess a little won’t hurt.”
“It sure won’t, Bucky.”