Angel Stephanie Cane
I had the quickest shower ever in history. Slipping in my white shirt and covered it with a grey sweater with my jeans. I finished my outfit with my boots. Letting my brown hair down, I didn't even bother to put some make up because I'm already running late for my work as a waitress at a popular cafe. I quickly grabbed my purse and sprang out of my apartment.
This is bad, really really bad. I'm running late because of a stupid hangover. Even worse I punched someone, thinking he's Jason, Cass' butt hole of a boyfriend, I mean ex boyfriend. Cass called me this morning and narrated last evening's accident. Ugh! It's so frustrating. I don't even know him, not even his name. I practically embarrassed myself in front of a crowd. Stupid Ang! Stupid, stupid! Well, it's my first time clubbing and I already made myself look so stupid.
I run towards the bus stop. I'm lucky it's only a ten minutes drive or else I'll be fired during my first week. I quickly jumped off the bus and made my way inside the cafe I'm working in. I slipped out my clothes and wore my working clothes consisting of a black fitted blouse which fitted me perfectly with a matching black skirt ending at mid-thigh.
"Good morning Mrs. Peters. How's your date last evening?" I asked. You see, Mrs. Peters is a 70 years old woman who is the owner of the cafe with her husband Mr. Peters. They are already married for forty six years and they still love each other so much and yesterday was their anniversary. They are so sweet even when they're already married for years. They accepted me like their daughter and they're taking care of me. I just started working here when one waitress resigned because her due date is in this month.
Mrs. Peters laughed catching some attention from the customers. I looked at her and smiled warmly because of her childishness.
"Oh dear, you're exaggerating but I must say, it's wonderful. He brought me to the place where we had our first date. He's so thoughtful." She said with a dreamy sigh. I giggled at her , acting like a lovesick teenager. Well I can't blame her. Mr. Peters is a wonderful husband. Even though they haven't been blessed by a child, their relationship is still strong, even stronger.
"Alright, alright. I'll start working now. They might think, I'm your favorite. But that's true, sooo......" I trailed off while putting my name tag.
"Oh shut up, Ang!" She said with a laugh and slightly slap my ass playfully. I giggled again as I made my way towards table 3. I looked at the family in front of me with a smile plastered on my face. I notice that the baby which is about two years old had been crying.
"Can I take your order, Ma'am, Sir?" I said politely still smiling as I waved my hand at the baby and he slightly giggled while sucking his finger. My smile widened when he stopped crying and turned his attention at me, trying to make me notice him.
"Goodness! My baby likes you. What can you recommend for us to eat?" She said. I recommended to her our special and she ordered that with pancakes for the baby and coffee for the father. I quickly wrote down their orders and left to give their orders.
I watched as customers come in and get out. It's already been three hours of working and I'm beyond exhausted. It's been three hours of walking back and forth, taking orders and delivering them. My feet are killing me. It hurts like crazy. Gosh, how it feels to have a hot bath, soothing my skin.
My daydreaming was interrupted when the bell rang indicating an arrival of customers. I mentally groaned, I'm already exhausted and they decided to show up. I looked at the three men that went in and I instantly noticed their aura. Dominating and powerful, makes me want to go hide, even a full grown man would pee them himself. In looked up and instantly met a heated gaze from the man in front, looks like the boss, I shivered from the intensity of his gaze. I examined him and gosh, he's so handsome with a messy hair, chocolate brown eyes, perfect and tall nose with his full lips together with a strong jaw. I gasped when I saw him smirked with an arrogant look, I blushed a shade of red when he noticed me checking him out. I quickly ran towards the counter and made myself busy.
I noticed from the corner of my eyes when the man who seems to be the boss walked towards Mrs. Peters. I heard Lila(Mrs. Peters) squealed and I made my way towards her. Worrying what could have the man did? You never know if a person is good or not and besides he's a stranger. Stranger, danger as they say. I stand beside Lila and looked at the man accusingly.
"What's wrong Lila?" I asked her worryingly. Still looking at the man who scanned my body, my cheeks burned from his heated gaze. What's wrong with me? I barely even reach his chin with his 6'3 frame. He's so tall dominating me completely. I avoided his gaze and turned my attention towards Lila.
"Oh dear! He's my nephew. The one I've been telling you about." She said excitedly, her eyes twinkling with happiness.
"Oh." I said. Stupid Ang. You made yourself looked stupid again in front of him who just just smirked at me. I blushed deep red. I probably looked like a tomato right now. I averted my eyes on my shoes like their the most interesting things in the whole world.
"Hello Ms. Cane." I looked at him in confusion. Did I told him my name? Did Lila did? I don't remember telling him my name, the same with Lila. I knitted my eyebrows together in confusion? How did he know my name? He smirked at me and extended his hand for me to shake it but I ignored it and set my lips in a straight line.
"Nice to meet you again." He said and my confusion grew. Yes, he looked familiar but maybe I saw him in a magazine, not in person.
"How did you know my name?"
He smirked and pointed his finger at his jaw. I looked at him, confused, that's until I saw a purplish colored bruised and that's when I remembered. Last night, I punched someone. I looked at him with pure horror. Someone cleared their throat breaking our little staring contest.
"I...uhmm-...I need to go Lila. I- I have so-something to do." I stuttered while I avoided his gaze. Gosh, he's the man I punched. I hurt somebody and caused a bruise. A freaking bruise! I'm so dead right now, what if he sue me for punching him? What if I get imprisoned? No, this can't be happening. I'm not even finish in college! I can't get locked in, I'm too young! I frantically panicked as I ran towards the dressing room.
I opened my locker and pulled my clothes. I quickly changed my working clothes. I tied my hair in a quick ponytail and used the backdoor of the cafe. I closed the door slowly and quietly, thinking that they might hear me. I turned around and a shriek came out from my mouth. A hand was clamped on my mouth as I came face to face with the man I punched. I swear, I can feel my blood draining from my face. I'm pretty sure I'm pale as snow right now. He plastered his trademark smirk and put his index finger above his lips, silencing me. I wriggled against his grip but eventually gave up when I noticed that he's not even budging an inch. He slowly removed his hands from my mouth, testing if I'll make any sound.
"I-I'm re-really s-sorry for p-punching you." I said avoiding his gaze. I saw him smirked and snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me flushed against him. I put my hands on his chest and slightly pushed him in which to no avail, there's no effect. He reached out his hand towards my face as I closed my eyes tightly, scared of what he might do. A second passed and I felt my tied hair become loose. I slowly opened my eyes to see him looking at me with my elastic hair tie between his index and middle finger. I thought he's going to hit me.
"Don't tie your hair." He said looking so serious as ever. Dude, it's my hair. I can do whatever I want to do because it's my hair not yours so dude, back off. A few strands of my hair fell down on my face. He pushed the strands out of my face and tucked it behind my ear. As he did that, his fingers brushed against my cheeks, sending a shiver down my spine. He looked at me for a minute like he's just staring for a freaking minute.
His eyebrows were knitted together just like he's having a mental battle. A few seconds later, he let me go as he slowly walked away. What just happened? He left me alone hot and bothered.
Gosh, this is not good.
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Please remove the bag and replace it with a purse. Thank you so much. I'm not really good with descriptions so here it is!😀
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