Sweet kisses were shared by all the couples sat around the restaurant. Warm, lingering glances shared between two. 

Love lingered over head, the feeling making you want to quit your job right then and there out of pure annoyance. You wanted to forget that you would be alone this Christmas, not be constantly reminded of it every time you see a couple lock lips. 

But nevertheless, you carried on walking between tables, taking orders and returning them to the kitchen. That was your job. A waitress at some fancy and expensive restaurant that, for some unknown reason, was open Christmas night. 

What ever happened to good old days when people would spend this time with their families, cooking roast dinners and enjoying each others company? You'd never know. 

The whole ordeal was quite boring, if you did say so yourself. Walk over here, over there. Screwing your nose up as you notice yet another person getting too close for your comfort. More couples walking in. Your patience wearing thinner and thinner as your repeat the same process over and over. 

You hear the main door open. You look up, expecting to see yet another couple, but instead a man strides in, completely alone. 

"Table for one." He smiles at you, and you nod to him before locating what he requested. 

You take down his food and drink requests, taking it back to the kitchen, then returning to him once his food was ready. 

You soon returned to attending to other customers, sneaking glances here and there of that breathtaking stranger. 

"Could I have the bill, please?" He caught you just as you walked past his table. "And why your at it, your number too? I'd very much like to get to know you better." 

You couldn't stop the scoff as it escaped your lips. You locked eyes with the stranger once more before going to collect the bill. You contemplated actually giving him your number. You figured, why not? You slipped out a pen, scribbling down your number and a 'My shift ends in 10' before returning to the man, placing the black leather folder in front of him before walking back to your station. 

You watched him immensely, eyes scanning over his every movements until you noticed him wave you back over once he was done. You make your way back over to him, taking the folder back. 

"Keep the change," He smiles. "I'll be in touch." 

As he walked off you flipped open the folder, noticing the area on the paper where your number was written had been torn away, a fifty dollar bill sitting in its place. 

You couldn't fight the smile on your lips as you went to place the money away. Now the countdown to the end of your shift began. 

*

Ten of the longest minutes passed ever so slowly but once the clock strikes the end of your shift you practically ripped off your apron that was strung around your waist, stuffing it into your bag as you rushed out of the building. 

As expected, your phone buzzed in your hand. You lifted it to eyes view, noticing an unfamiliar number displayed on your screen along with a message. 

'How does a walk along the beach sound to you? Too cheesy? Too bad. Meet me at the pier across from your work. - Derek.' 

Your eyes flick up, settling on the pier that sat across the road. The silhouette of a body stood on it, a body you presumed was the body to this fascinating stranger. Derek. 

You made your way over to him, stopping when you stood barely a meter away from him. Letting out a fake cough, you get the attention of Derek and he turns around, smiling when he sees you. 

"Hi." He spoke softly, the moons light shining against his skin. 

"Hi." You replied, returning the smile he was sending you. 

"Shall we go for that walk?" 

When you nodded, he began to walk off the pier and onto the beach, you following suit right beside him. You wouldn't usually do this with a stranger; for all you knew he could be a mass murderer, but there was something about him that was strangely luring and you couldn't get enough. 

The two of you walked up and down the beach countless times, interesting yet seemingly pointless conversations shared. You learned a lot about Derek, he learning a lot about you. 

Small talk soon faded into silence as the hours ticked along, and just as you were about to speak up, telling him that you should probably get home, he spoke. 

"Would it be bad if I said I wanted to kiss you right now even though I barely know you?"

You were speechless, mouth open slightly as you stared at him. Both of you had stopped walking at this point in time, eyes locking as you shook your head slowly. 

"We've only been talking for a few hours yet I feel like I've known you for years and-" 

You didn't let him finish, quickly pushing yourself up to cup his face in your hands. You pressed your lips to his gently, glad that you chose to write your number on the bill. 

*

A/n: Wow I suck at endings omg I'm sorry