Anything but Pizza, please!
Remus was not embarrassed to admit that he had not stopped thinking about Sirius all night... and all morning.... oh, and all afternoon.
He was back at his till, although he didn't feel quite as happy about that as he had thought he might, and he was vaguely upset that he had no chance of going back to flat 14. (Although, who really orders pizza two nights in a row?)Still, he kept squinting hopefully at the window, in case he got a glimpse of some shaggy black hair, and sharp cheekbones.
His fingers worked quickly at the till, his mind half-tuned into perfecting the orders of the customers, the other half wondering absentmindedly what job Sirius must have in order to be living in a flat like that. Remus guessed an actor, although he had never heard of him, and Remus was a bit of a nerd when it came to cinema. Model then, maybe? Remus certainly hadn't picked up a cover of Vogue anytime since.. well - ever.
Had Sirius really been taken aback by Remus? It had certainly seemed so, but Remus couldn't understand why a godlike person like that would be into pizza-grease and messy curls. Still, it gave him a small shiver of delight, thinking about Sirius' raised brow and fidgety hands. If only he would come in and order a pizza; Remus couldn't exactly go back to the flat and see Sirius himself - that would make him look like a stalker.
Suddenly the delivery-boy walked in and interrupted Remus' chain of thought. 'Lupin! Just delivered a pizza to some posh bloke. He asked after you. Seemed pretty disappointed to see me, I must say.'
Remus's heart jittered, and he tried to sound calm. 'O-oh! What did he say?'
'Told you to go to his place, if you remembered where it was. Tonight, I think.'
Remus nodded. 'Thanks, John.'
At the end of his shift, Remus leapt up from the till even quicker than usual, grabbed his coat and began the walk to flat 14. When the rundown houses Remus was used to began to grow bigger and posher, his hands grew clammy and fidgety. He mumbled to himself, going through every possible greeting in his mind until he settled back on: 'hi'. He glanced into a car window and adjusted his hair and clothes nervously, before continuing with his great strides down the strangely even pavement. Then he reached the building.
He swallowed, and pressed the buzzer.
Immediately, an excited voice came through the receiver. 'Remus! Is that you?' He was like a puppy: always excited, always happy.
'Er - yeah, yeah, it's me.' Then, after a pause, 'Hi.' He cleared his throat quietly.
'Hi! I'm so happy you're here! Come on up!'
As he strode up the stairs, Remus had a vague realisation that he could be about to be kidnapped; after all, he had only met these people on their doorstep, one night ago. Yet he felt no fear as he walked up to the door, apart from the slight anxiety that he was going to mess everything up.
He knocked sharply on the door, and waited while there was a clamouring inside the flat.
Sirius opened the door, breathing heavily, cheeks flushed with excitement. Remus suspected he had just ran to the door to prevent anyone else answering, and the thought made him smile. Who know posh people could be so cute?
Sirius gathered his thoughts, and performed a charmingly winning smile. 'Remus, I was wondering if you would like to join me for dinner. Your choice where we eat. Food and drink on me!' He winked, and Remus' heart fluttered.
'Sounds good to me,' he grinned. 'As for where we eat; anything but pizza, please!'
Sirius laughed and took Remus's arm. 'Sounds perfect.'