Be My Bad Boy

The teller at the bank asked me what was wrong and I tried to stop crying but that just made the tears worse. I handed over the cashbox and got the receipt but didn't want to go back to my room. I wandered around the streets, wishing I had sunglasses to cover my eyes. I must have looked a mess. I walked and walked, not even knowing where I was going.
I had no idea what the time was or how long I'd walked, but the day got warmer and the sun got brighter. My shoes rubbed against my toes and my calves ached. I needed coffee and I needed food. I had to find a café somewhere so I could sit quietly by myself and think about how to work this out.
When I walked into the café, I scanned the place for somewhere quiet to sit – a nice corner table where I didn't have to deal with people. Instead of finding that, I saw Andy sitting at a table near the door. Was he stalking me? I ran out of the café and on to the street but he followed me out.
"Are you okay?" he asked. "You look a mess."
I tried to reply but started crying again and he wrapped his arms around me. He didn't talk or ask me what was wrong. He just held me.

Every time I thought I’d finished, that I’d cried all the tears I could cry, a fresh sob rose in throat and I clutched him tighter. If I let go, I’d have been set adrift in the world but he anchored me and made me feel like I could deal with anything so long as he held me in his arms. I’d never had a pair of strong arms to hold me when I’d been upset before. I’d never had anyone to just let me feel the things I needed to feel without telling me to be strong.
Finally the tears stopped. I’d saturated his shoulder with my tears and I felt spent from all the tears.
"I think you need food," he said.
“And coffee." I sobbed the words out but I felt better. I'd cried enough.
We went back into the café and sat down. I ordered the large breakfast with extra toast and extra bacon. Suddenly, I felt like I could eat all the food in the world and still be hungry.
"It was my dad. At my place this morning."
He screwed up his face for a moment then nodded.
"Is that why you left? Because you heard his voice?"

"No, not at all." But he said it funny and I thought he was lying. He'd been pissed off for sure. Maybe a little bit jealous. He wouldn't have stormed out like unless he felt something. The thought that he might be jealous made me feel a bit happier.
I took a slice of his toast while I waited for my food to arrive.
"So, last night, huh? Wasn't it something?"
He nodded then reached over to brush my hair out of my eyes. I stole a glance at him and wondered why he did that. It seemed so intimate. I noticed his fingers, so long and thin. Perfect. I noticed his forearm with all the tattoos, the hairs on his arm lit up by the sun coming through the window. I noticed the way his t-shirt stretched across his chest. I noticed gold streaks in his eyes.
"Why are you staring at me?"

"Am not," I said and picked up the newspaper. "I'm so not staring at you."
Then my food arrived. I gulped down the eggs and bacon and tomato like I'd never seen food before and never once looked up at Andy even though I could feel him looking at me. This relationship was strictly business. If his t-shirt emphasised his strong shoulders and that incredibly sexy V where they met the top of his arm, that wasn't anything. Just one more thing to sell the band. I had no interest whatsoever.
Then I remembered he owed me.
"So, you were going to tell me your dark secret," I said. "You lost the bet.”

Notes

Sorry I've not updated. I have like 5 tests