My Orfano

Chapter 1

I used google translate I do not speak Italian what so ever but you get the gist it tried lol.

Well a little backstory about myself. My name is Olivia Wilson and I am 22 years old and I'm going to school for nursing. I was an orphan who was put up for adoption when I was 7 by my mother. I never knew who my father was, and I have never been curious about my past. Hell, why should I be, they let me go. I need to establish my own path and make a life for myself. Even though I was raised in an orphanage, I didn't have a bad past. I was never abused, starved, or treated like a slave. I was just never adopted. I had to leave Sacred Hearts Orphanage when I turned 18 and had to be on my own. I worked several odd jobs to keep a roof over my head as I made my way through school. Nursing school is different, I was not able to take out student loans, and I always have to pay when the semester starts. This makes things pretty hard financially, but I make do with what I have. I am lucky to be able to do what I love and for that I am grateful. However, I am tired all the time. I work two jobs to make ends meet, as well as, study my ASS off. I have always been one of those students who have to study hard to get a good grade on paper. Not on paper, I am golden, stupid tests... why have them? They're a waste of my hard-earned bain cells. I am a bartender at the club Pandamonium, which I enjoy. I even love the name. It is the name of a club in one of my favorite books, Shadowhunters, City of Bones. I'm secretly hoping I can meet my book crushes, Jace or Alec. Yeah I know I am a very strange individual but a girl can dream, right? Instead of the paranormal going there, a lot of Italians go there. I'm totally ok with that, they are good eye candy if you catch my drift, ... wink wink.

I am currently trying to hail a cab so I can get to the club, but for some reason, in NY of all places, I am unable to catch one. Looking at my really old cheap phone, I am already 10 min late. If I am not able to get a ride soon, I will be even later. Finally, a cab pulls up to the front. I have my bag with me to change into my uniform this evening since I didn't have time to get out of my scrubs without being any later, ... the story of my life. The cab drops me off at the back of the club and I head inside, do a quick-change, put my hair up, freshen my makeup, and all that jazz, to make it look like I am not a sleep-deprived zombie.

"Liv you are late for the third time this month"

"I am so sorry Antony, the head nurse would not let me leave. Please don't tell anyone you know how bad I need this"

"I won't, but don't do it again"

"I know I know, I am doing the best I can. I promise"

"Just get behind the bar. Lil set it up already"

"Thank you, and again I am sorry."

I rush to get behind the bar and finish setting everything up.

"Why are you late again, girl?"

"You know the head nurse hates me for some reason. She would not sign me out. Then, I wasn't able to hail a cab in this forsaken city. Oh, and did I mention its freezing outside. It is way too early for it to be this cold"

"Well, just make sure you are on your game tonight. We'll be very busy, and can not have anyone getting behind."

"When am I ever behind on making drinks?" We laugh while we finish cutting up limes and lemons for the evening.

Two hours later and you are barely able to make your way around the club. It's shoulder to shoulder and the bar is four deep. I am doing everything I can not fall behind when this creeper guy just will not leave. I move to where I can get to the next customer. Our bar is a little different, we do not have chairs here just because we are so busy. We will not be able to get everyone's orders in a timely manner. I am about to get Lili to get him to move however, I am pulled from my thoughts when I hear Antony's voice.

"Liv"

"Yes, Antony what can I do for you?"

"I need you in the VIP, Melissa just got fired and we need someone in that room."

"Oh, Um, don't you need me down here? It's packed!"

"Someone else will do it, just go now!"

"Ok, yes sir, no problem"

Now that was weird, I have never been a VIP server. They want me behind the bar, and nowhere else, but if I value my job I have no choice, even though I am not fully comfortable with it. I head upstairs and I hear several voices, and they are certainly not speaking English. I look around and I see this really big man standing outside the door giving me the "what the hell are you doing here" look. I knock on the door and hear something, again not English, I have no idea what they said so I just stand there rocking on my heels, and then I hear this booming voice scream "Entra!!!" (ENTER!!!)

"Go in. He said to enter."

"Oh yeah, right, sorry, I didn't know what he was saying."

I look around the room and it is very smoky. I see around 10 people just looking at me intently. I have no idea what to say. I just look around and start clicking my tongue on the roof of my mouth, ...it's a nervous tick of mine.

"Tu chi sei?" (Who are you?) I scan the room looking for who said something to try and figure out again what is being said. My god, don't they realize we are in America, like, speak English, please. I hear this throat clear, and, my god... my god, he is good-looking for sure. Dark hair, Tan skin, buff but not to buff to where he's all veiny and what, not... gross, whole body shiver.

He speaks again, ooooo, he's sexy. "Who are you?"

"Oh yeah, right, I am sorry, so sorry, but I didn't know what you said and all and.."

"Would you tell me what you are here for?" he says curtly.

"Yeah, that, I am here to get your drink order. Sir, I apologize for me just standing around I wasn't sure what you said."

"Give us a bottle of Macallan 1926."

Holy poop balls! Does he know how much that cost for the bottle?

"Um, yeah sure, anything else? How many glasses?"

"Otto" (Eight) as he holds up his fingers.

"Yes sir, thank you for the translation sir, and I'll be right back with a bucket of ice as well"

I rush downstairs to get the bottle, glasses, and the bucket of ice, and rush back upstairs as fast as my small frame will allow. This time, I just knock, walk back in, and set everything down for them.

"Anything else sir?"

"No, sarà tutto meraviglioso." (No, that will be all gorgeous.)

"Yeah, um, sure,... no problem. Have a good evening."

Damn! It's official! I need to learn Italian, asap.... Yeah, not gonna do that. I'll never see Mr. Sexy-Sexy again.