But I didn't really want to...

It had been a long day of moody customers. A little girl had ordered a Brownie Tower of Temptation, even though her parents told her she wouldn't be able to finish it. She couldn't, and then bawled so loud the whole restaurant turned around. A man demanded seven lemons per drink. A little pack of boys stiffed me after their large pizza and sodas. the only thing I was really looking forward to was Ryan. He'd texted me and I was meeting him after work, we hadn't seen each other in over a week.

I sunk my cash to remit on Matt's table with all intention of letting him count it and then I'd leave. But no, of course not. As usual, he was paying close attention to my mood, and asked a question.
"Where are you going?" leave it up to Common Sense Matt to know I was going somewhere; I almost never go anywhere but home after work. I turned around and started up to go.
"To see this kid Ryan." I said.
"Hold up, get back in here!" he called after me. I knew then that he already knew what was going on. Matt knows these things somehow, that's why he's general manager. That's also why hes unofficial mentor/counselor/confidante for everyone in the restaurant. I only recently discovered this, for a long time I thought it was just with me. Matt has this uncanny way of understanding exactly what the situation is, and then finding the simplest, practicallist, most "duh" way of fixing it, that you would never have once thought of on your own.
"what?" I asked, but smiled to let him know he guessed.
"he likes you. you don't like him. right?" He asked. I nodded. No use asking how he figured it out; he just did.
"but your going out tonight at ten. you can't do that to him!" he said. I protested.
"sure I can. why can't I? I've told him we're just friends. its not like i'm lying to him. we're friends."
"does he really think that?"
"Well...he should." i answered. No, sending texts at night saying 'the moon is beautiful and i'm thinking of you' did not represent friendship in any way, shape, or form.
"beside the point. Guys like to chase. He thinks he's chasing you, and he hasn't won you yet, but he thinks he is. You're still going out places with him? He thinks he's gonna win." Matt told me. I sat down on the corner of his desk like I always do, ready to be helped.
"But i've told him I'm interested in only freindship."