"What are you doing here?" I asked Cole.
"What a nice greeting."
"Sorry. Hi, welcome to Bellmeire's bakery what can I get you? That better?" I smiled.
"I'm here for some beignets."
"You know I'm beginning to think the beignets aren't the only thing you're here for."
"Oh no you caught me red handed what will I ever do?" He said in the most monotone voice I've ever heard. I shot his a flat stare, my eyes widening when his arms reached over the counter. He put his finger on each end of my lips and tilted them up. I couldn't help but smile when I figured out what he was doing.
"I think you're just a hater. You try to spoil my fun," I jested.
"And I think you're an idiot but I never tell you."
"Eat in or eat out?" I grumbled.
"When's your break?"
"In about five minutes."
"I'll eat in. You better sit with me on your break." I put the beignets on a plate, placing them down on the counter between us.
"Yes boss," I saluted after putting his money in the register.
"Give me my change you clown."
"I do not look like a clown. We will carry on this conversation later. Now go. The lines getting long."
"Hi welcome to Bellmeire's bakery what can I get you?"
"Just my regular please," a frequent customer asked.
"There you go," I said handing him his green tea. "I know you're a bit of a health freak but do you want anything else?"
"Your number," he blurted.
"What?" I asked with rosy cheeks.
"Well it's obvious your gorgeous. I would like to take you on a date."
"Ethan I'm 17."
"I'm only 22, it's not a big age gap. Why do you think I come here all the time? Like you said yourself I'm a bit of a health freak." It wouldn't be bad to go on a date with him. He's very handsome and seems like a nice boy but Jackson was like that as well. If worst comes to worst I just won't answer his calls.
I cleared my throat. "Do you have a pen?" I shot Ethan a smile when he passed me his pen. I wrote my number on a napkin, putting the pen on top, before pushing it to him.
"I'm in a bit of a rush but you'll definitely be hearing from me."
"Have a nice day," I told him.
"You too Willow." My eyes trailed after him as he left, sliding over to Cole's. I gave him an excited smile but he just gave me a flat stare making me frown. I took the next customers order as I called over Tiffany, my coworker, who hadn't left early today.
"I'm going on my break," I ran off before she could object. Tiffany was a lovely girl, she really was she just didn't have much of a work ethic.
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An unconventional love story
Teen Fiction"You are the love that came without warning; you had my heart before I could say no." . . Willow Moore is a good girl growing up in the projects living a hectic life. Cole Mitchell is trying to set his footing at his first teaching job. When they me...
