Alex squeaked softly in surprise as his arm was taken. He had felt that grab and pull a thousand times, but this, this one felt different. Softer? Tender? He didn't know what it felt like, but it didn't feel like when his father grabbed him like that. His eyes dropped down to watch Andreas reach into the apron and pull out the pad and still watched in shock as the other man scribbled a number on the paper. Many drunken scribbled phone numbers found their way into his apron, but he threw them all away, but this was the first time Alex wanted a number, wanted to see the other man again.<br/><br/>He was looking down at the paper as he nodded assent. The blonde didn't even see the kiss coming, that too was different than any he had before. His eyes went wide as he gently touched his cheek. His cheeks flushed with the brightest red, even if it could hardly be seen in the dim light of the bathroom. After that he scurried away before he decided to throw all caution to the wind and get on that man's motorcycle and get coffee.<br/><br/>~<br/>Alex returned to work and the man that followed the flush Alex out of the bathroom did not go unnoticed. Shortly after handing out his first order, Alex was pulled into the office and reprimanded for shirking his duties as a waiter. Explaining was done that nothing happened in the bathroom ... and begging followed to not call his father. None of which Andreas would know unless he snooped into what happened behind that particular closed door. He was miserable the rest of the night at work, but he forced the best smile he could and kept on trucking until his shift ended around 3 am. After that it was home.<br/><br/>~~<br/><br/>He called in the following two days and finally decided to go on the third. He sat in his little silver car outside of the club. The vehicle was nothing special, just a little two door sporty car. It was cute, but not over the top screaming money. The sun beat down on the car as he pulled out his phone and checked the time. Almost 4, which was when his shift was going to start. As he did this he noticed the order slip with Andreas' number on it laying on the floor. He swallowed hard and decided to text the other man. One short text, promptly followed by another. ... and another.<br/><br/>"Hey. This is Alex. You gave me your number at Club Desire."<br/>"You probably forgot. Blonde waiter."<br/>"I just wanted to say hi."