Worse for Better- Book #1 in the WF Series

Chapter 8: Peyton

♡ Alaiya's POV: ♡

I get my bag after Skyler left and walk to my car, only to see Carson already sitting in there with a glistening smile on his face. I smile back at him and take a seat in the driver's seat. The minute I enter, he leans over and gives me a sweet kiss. His hand stays on my cheek like every time he kisses me, and I have to reach a little over since the glove compartment is a little bit of a block. We both pull away and he smiles at me again which makes my body feel refreshed with a feeling that I wish could always stay, though I don't want to jinx it.

I drive to my apartment to drop him off, and then make my way to work since my shift is about to start shortly. When I arrive, I get dressed in my uniform and grab the iPad before putting it into my front pocket. As I walk out of the restroom after getting dressed and checking in with Liam that I've started my shift, Peyton comes into my eyes, and at the same time, I come into hers. She ignores me once again in a very rude manner like before, and I don't know what happened so I'm just left confused. She was a really good friend of mine since I started working here, so why is she suddenly looking at me funny?

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✩ Roman's POV ✩

My dad drives us to the restaurant to meet his client which he's dragging my ass to because he can't speak French. I would much rather be at home doing...well nothing, but my dad apparently can't use google translate so he decided to bug my ass. We get a table and take our seats as we wait for my dad's client to arrive.

"Hi, what can I get started for you?" a guy comes up to us and asks.

"We're actually waiting for someone," my dad nicely smiles with his reply, and the waiter oh's and walks away with a smile in return.

A guy walks over to us, and by the way my dad stands up, I'm guessing that's his client. He looks pretty young and old at the same time, but by the gray in his gelled back black hair, I'm guessing he's more on the older side. He's wearing a nice button-up shirt and slacks, and from what my dad told me, the guy is fucking loaded. When he arrives at our table, he shakes my dad's and then my hand respectfully and then takes a seat in front of us. We sit after him, and another waiter approaches us right as we do.

It's a different person this time, and she looks a lot like the girl who danced today.

That's because it is the same girl dipshit.
I'm turning into Rider.

If I'm going to be honest, her dancing was fucking amazing. She sure as hell doesn't look like the type of person to do the things she did on that floor, but I have to admit was she good at it because I'm not blind. When she pulls out her iPad, her eyes look up from it and meet both my dad and his clients' eyes, and then mine. Though, when I look back at her, she does the same thing she did at the library and looks anywhere and everywhere else.

Why the hell does she do that?
Why does it annoy me?
I'm losing it.

"What can I get for you?" she asks in her soft, yet calm voice.

Her uniform consists of her wearing a white shirt which is unbuttoned at the top, showing just a hint of cleavage. Her face is kind of in a heart shape now that I'm looking at her up close. Her jawline is also a little sharp. Her body is pretty slim by the looks of it, and she doesn't seem that tall either so she's probably around five foot four or five.

"C'est un plaisir de vous revoir," Enzo says and she smiles.

Translation: Nice to see you again.

She can speak French? She speaks another language dumbass, calm your shits. Maybe not getting sleep is beginning to screw with my mind.

"Vous aussi," she replies.