"It is really nice to meet you," I said putting out my hand to shake his. He was gorgeous! He had dark hair, almost black, like a moonless night and darkened eyes as though he had been through so much pain so much evil that they tainted the door's to his soul. Even though, they seemed dangerous, I couldn't help myself to wonder if he might ever like someone like me... or me.
"It is a great honor to make your acquaintances, Stazia," he said in his sexy European accent, "I am Răzvan Stanovici."
"It's Stacy but, Stazia is fine too," I giggled. I am ashamed of myself, I sounded like one of those high school girls, but I couldn't stop.
"Stazia," he said, "will you stay after work so I could get to know you better? I just moved here and I don't know many people"
"No p-problem," I smiled and walked back towards the tables that needed to be cleaned. He is perfection on feet, that's what my mom would have said.
Finally, when he was busy with the costumers at the counter, I snuck into the employee bathrooms and called Melissa to thank her.
"Allo! Bonjour!" Called a familiar voice through my cell phone's speaker.
"Hey Mell-mell!" I said, "Răzvan is MEGA hot! Why didn't you warn me this morning?"
"Sweetie," she started, "what kind of friend would I be if I had ruined that surprise."
"I... good one," I laughed, "Where's Denny by the way?"
"He's with me," she replied, "Why?"
"I thought he had a date," I said in a questioning tone. Actually, I wouldn't be shocked if Melissa was his date. It would make sense too, they've had a crush on each other since –well it's an on-again-off-again type of thing, since 4th grade.
"Ya, well you know girls tend to bail on him," she said a little nervously.
"Ah," I replied, "I see. Look Mel, I got to get back to work."
"Alright," she sighed with relief. I then ran back out and cleaned tables while Răzvan tended to the customers. He was gorgeous, I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He was very muscular, though not muscular like i-go-to-the-gym-every-other-day-because-i-want-to-be-buff, it looks more like he's just naturally fit.
"Ouch!" cried Răzvan. I walked over to him as gracefully and swiftly as I was able, which probably wasn't either, and asked him what had happened. "Don't worry Stazia, my finger only got caught on the handle. I'll be fine." I nodded and went back to work, while my blood pumped in my ears of embarrassment. I shouldn't have jumped like that to see if he was all right. He's a big boy, he can take care of himself, I assured myself.
I got back to work cleaning the tables. Around after dinner time, the place became as deserted as the house on the hill on 76th. I didn't want to get near Răzvan, afraid of embarrassing myself again for the hundredth time today, so eventually, I was washing tables that I had already washed.
"Stazia," called the Romanian after I had cleaned table seven for the fifth time. "Are you ready to go? We have to close up and you said we'd get to talk a little bit."
I looked at the time. 9:35.
"Alright," I said, "let me just change out of my uniform." I ran to the washrooms with my bag in hand.
I pulled out a purple décolleté top and a pair of skinny jeans and put them on as fast as I could. I walked towards the mirror, applied some eyeliner and mascara (What? I can't look good for a hot guy?) and ran out to be greeted by Mr. Romania.
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After a drunken night, Stacy wakes up in confused daze with pain in her neck. Her best friends brushes it off as a love-bite, that it was nothing to worry about. While she was right, it was a bite, it is something to worry about. Now, Stacy finds he...