Georgi's p.o.v.
Gosh I hate wiping up spilled strawberry milkshake! It is currently 10pm Friday night and I'm still at the diner, cleaning up after some kid spilled his milkshake. Don't get me wrong, I love kids, I just don't like spilled milkshake. I lazily stare at the clock against the back wall and yawn, very unattractively. My shift ends at 12 so that means I still have another 2 hours. Joy. I started sweeping some counters while waiting for new costumers to come in. I finished wiping all the tables and had just taken a seat on one of the little stools at the counter when the door swung open. I swung around and jumped off my seat, grabbing my little order book and pen out of the apron I had to wear. Brushing some of my hair out of my face I started saying my rehearsed lines.
"Hi, welcome to Sally's Diner! Table for...?" I said looking up for the first time, waiting for the mans answer.
My breath got stuck in my throat. I stared into one ice blue and one dark brown eye. The man was bold with tattoos all over his skin and two snake piercings. I quickly masked my surprise and smiled at the man.
"Three please." He said giving me a faint smile back.
"Right this way." I said and gestured to a table in the back corner.
He followed me and took a seat near the window. He shrugged off his worn leather jacket and placed it over the back of his chair. He seamed like a nice person. And no I'm not some naive little girl. I mother always told me to 'not judge a book by its cover."
"Would you like anything to drink, sir?" I asked, resting my pen against my notepad.
"Black coffee, please love." He said in a old husky voice, giving me a grateful smile.
"Coming right op." I said smiling.
He reminded me of my grandfather. A strange old man, loving to tease the living daylights out of me. I walked into the kitchen, where the chef was slightly dozing off, and got a cup and saucer an the hot black coffee. I walked back to the old men and put the cup down in front of him and poured his coffee. He gave me a faint smile and took a small sip of his coffee.
"Just give me a call when you want a refill." I said and turned back to the counters.
I started refilling some of the salt and pepper pots, waiting for the old mans two guests to arrive. 10 minutes went by. 15 minutes went by. 20, 30, 40, 50. When the clock struck 11 and I was busy refilling the mans coffee for the fifth time, two men barged through the door. I let out a yelp and almost dropped the glass coffee pitcher. I looked up at the two dark clothed figures. The one had pitch black raven hair. pulled back into a ponytail. His eyes were like honey, but it seemed like you couldn't look at them to long or they would burn a hole right through your body and look into your soul. He shrugged of his jacket which was slightly wet from the rain that had started falling outside, and hung it on the coat rack the diner had at the door. My eyes then travel to the person nest to him. His hands were the first thing that caught my attention as the one brushed his long curly hair out of his face. He had a very strong jaw bone and nose. His eyes were emerald green, taking everything in around them like a predator seeking its prey. He licked his lip and then pulled at it with his thumb and index finger. He he pulled of his long black jacket revealing the tightest pair of skinny jeans I have ever seen. How the hell did he get those on? As I looked further down my eyes landed on his shoes. Worn brown leather boots. What I would die for a pair of those! I mean seriously, I would die a happy woman in a pair of those! They came walking towards us and because of their long legs it only took them about 10 steps where it would usually take me 20. The honey eyed man sent a smirk and wink my way before sliding into the booth opposite the old man. Green eye, curly head came to a stop right in front of me I had to tilt my head up, and he had to tilt his down to look at me in the eye. He just stared at me, making me feel uncomfortable in my won skin. I cleared my throat and motioned the the empty seat. He smirked and let out a huff and took the seat.
"Is there anything I can get you two?" I asked folding my hands in front of me.
"Coke." Honey eye guy answered. I nodded at him and then turned my attention to curly.
"Well sweetheart, any chance of you being on the menu?" He said licking his lips.
I could feel my cheeks reddening. What a pervert! Typical bad boy. Cocky and an asshole!
"Oh I'm so sorry! You're just to late. I got taken off the menu 2 days ago." I sassed back. "Asshole." I added as I started to walk away.
He made a growl like noise in the back of his throat, standing up from his chair so fast that it went flying back. He grabbed my arm and whipped me back around to face him. My hair went flying all over the place and some stuck in my mouth. He gripped my arm tighter pulling me up to his level.
"What did you just call me!?" He barked at me.
I looked him straight in the eyes and said, "Asshole."
He glared at me clenching his teeth and shutting his eyes. He was about to say something els when the old man stopped him.
"Harry, I think you should let the little lady go." He said with a warning in his voice.
Ah perfect name for a perfect asshole, Harry. He leaned closer to my ear and whispered, his warm breath fanning my neck.
"This isen't over yet sweetheart." And with one last glance he let me go.
I stumbles and looked back at him glaring daggers, he just smirked. I walked to the kitchen and when he wasen't looking a threw him my middle finger. His friend did see it though and friend to hide his laugh with a cough. I grabbed a glass and filled it with ice then walked over to the fridge to get the coke. I just closed the fridge when I heard a low grunt, then another and another, punching noise also racing my ears. I dropped the class right there and then and ran back out. Harry's friend was beating the crap out of the poor old man, while he just stood there and watched, his arms folded over his chest. As the man landed on the ground I unfroze and ran to him, throwing myself over him, trying to protect his larger body with mine. The guy got in a few more punches before he was ripped off of me. Harry grabbed his shoulder and ripped him off of me. He looked absolutely furious! He was fuming, his face turning red and his eyes turning darker. He gave me one last look before swinging around, grabbing his jacket and heading out the door, his friend hot on his trail. Every move I made was sore as I got off the old man. I quickly grabbed a serviette and began dabbing his bloody lip.
"You're gonna be okay." I told him and smiled.
"Little lady," He replied. "You don't know what you just got yourself into."
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