hug. “I’ll give you a tour…you’re
getting me as your private trainer.” She smiled confidently,
like this was going to be her best night and I was going to be the
guinea pig. Either way, I was glad. I needed her help. We walked
toward the dining room.
“ It’s
really crowded tonight,” I gulped, a little overwhelmed by the
mass of crowd hovering, like they were all starving and this was the
last open place that was serving food.
“ Oh,
you should see Friday and Saturday nights.” I suddenly went
rigid with claustrophobia.
“ But
don’t worry, I will be helping you out. Just remember to smile
a lot and be helpful. But first, you need to look at this.”
Becca showed me the menu. As she was going through the quick on the
job training, something unknown made me look up. Immediately,
something caught my eye—something or someone familiar. Though
from afar, it could’ve been any employee since everyone wore
the same black long sleeve shirt and a tie with a tiny Blue Lagoon
embroidery across the chest on the left corner and the same black
slacks. But his profile and that hair was all too familiar…and
too coincidental. Oh,
no!
Fear
suddenly struck me with force. My stomach tightened. My head rambled
into a whirl of mixed thoughts. He
didn’t seem like someone who would work at a restaurant. He
didn‘t seem like he belonged in a place like this. Though
why exactly I felt that way was unclear to me.
“ Becca,”
I gasped, hyperventilating, feeling another wave of panic attack
building.
“ Who
is that and what is he doing here?” sort of pointing my finger
in his direction, but quickly took it down, worried that he might
look our way.
“ Who?”
Becca asked sternly, a little taken back by the piercing shriek in my
voice. I looked down and started to describe his features without
pointing a finger again.
“ He’s
across the room, taking someone’s order, he has dark brown,
sort of messy hair and…”
“ Oh,
that’s Tristan, Isn’t he gorgeous, he works here,”
she finally recognized who it was that I was pointing at. I was a
little surprised at how cheery she was at describing him. But then
again, maybe she hadn’t known him very well.
“ That…jerk
works here?” I said it so much louder and vigilant more than
what I had Intended. I was flabbergasted by my own erratic reaction.
I knew somewhere deep in the tiniest crevice of my heart that I
wanted to see him again, but it was overshadowed by a more immediate
feeling of fear.
“ What?
Who? Who’s the jerk?” Becca wrinkled her forehead,
looking confused—like she couldn’t believe that we were
both talking about the same person.
“ Him!”
My eyebrows stretched and my eyes pointed at him this time, sounding
a little more defensive as the more intense feeling of fear
continually took over followed by a wash of indignation. Becca looked
in his direction again, squinted and before she could respond…
“ Well,
I’m not quitting just because he works here…would he
think I followed him here?…I
mean, how was I supposed to know he works here…besides, who
cares…I wasn’t
following him. I needed a job and I’ll be darned If I had to
quit because of some
idiot who has an ego problem…If he stays out of my way, I’ll
stay out of his,” I ranted.
My face flushed. I never thought I could be flustered about someone I
didn’t even
know.
“ Did
he do something to you?” Becca asked worried. She had never
seen me this wound up before and I don’t remember ever being
this way before either. I caught myself and decided to soften my
expression. I didn’t need her thinking I was neurotic. “You
know he only started today. Just say the word and I’ll have him
fired.” Becca’s voice was firm—determined—under
a thin layer of what seemed like…disappointment.
“ Really?”
I said, a little taken back by her loyalty. I was more than glad to
know she had my back.
“ Yes.
Really. I’ve only spoken to him once,
getting me as your private trainer.” She smiled confidently,
like this was going to be her best night and I was going to be the
guinea pig. Either way, I was glad. I needed her help. We walked
toward the dining room.
“ It’s
really crowded tonight,” I gulped, a little overwhelmed by the
mass of crowd hovering, like they were all starving and this was the
last open place that was serving food.
“ Oh,
you should see Friday and Saturday nights.” I suddenly went
rigid with claustrophobia.
“ But
don’t worry, I will be helping you out. Just remember to smile
a lot and be helpful. But first, you need to look at this.”
Becca showed me the menu. As she was going through the quick on the
job training, something unknown made me look up. Immediately,
something caught my eye—something or someone familiar. Though
from afar, it could’ve been any employee since everyone wore
the same black long sleeve shirt and a tie with a tiny Blue Lagoon
embroidery across the chest on the left corner and the same black
slacks. But his profile and that hair was all too familiar…and
too coincidental. Oh,
no!
Fear
suddenly struck me with force. My stomach tightened. My head rambled
into a whirl of mixed thoughts. He
didn’t seem like someone who would work at a restaurant. He
didn‘t seem like he belonged in a place like this. Though
why exactly I felt that way was unclear to me.
“ Becca,”
I gasped, hyperventilating, feeling another wave of panic attack
building.
“ Who
is that and what is he doing here?” sort of pointing my finger
in his direction, but quickly took it down, worried that he might
look our way.
“ Who?”
Becca asked sternly, a little taken back by the piercing shriek in my
voice. I looked down and started to describe his features without
pointing a finger again.
“ He’s
across the room, taking someone’s order, he has dark brown,
sort of messy hair and…”
“ Oh,
that’s Tristan, Isn’t he gorgeous, he works here,”
she finally recognized who it was that I was pointing at. I was a
little surprised at how cheery she was at describing him. But then
again, maybe she hadn’t known him very well.
“ That…jerk
works here?” I said it so much louder and vigilant more than
what I had Intended. I was flabbergasted by my own erratic reaction.
I knew somewhere deep in the tiniest crevice of my heart that I
wanted to see him again, but it was overshadowed by a more immediate
feeling of fear.
“ What?
Who? Who’s the jerk?” Becca wrinkled her forehead,
looking confused—like she couldn’t believe that we were
both talking about the same person.
“ Him!”
My eyebrows stretched and my eyes pointed at him this time, sounding
a little more defensive as the more intense feeling of fear
continually took over followed by a wash of indignation. Becca looked
in his direction again, squinted and before she could respond…
“ Well,
I’m not quitting just because he works here…would he
think I followed him here?…I
mean, how was I supposed to know he works here…besides, who
cares…I wasn’t
following him. I needed a job and I’ll be darned If I had to
quit because of some
idiot who has an ego problem…If he stays out of my way, I’ll
stay out of his,” I ranted.
My face flushed. I never thought I could be flustered about someone I
didn’t even
know.
“ Did
he do something to you?” Becca asked worried. She had never
seen me this wound up before and I don’t remember ever being
this way before either. I caught myself and decided to soften my
expression. I didn’t need her thinking I was neurotic. “You
know he only started today. Just say the word and I’ll have him
fired.” Becca’s voice was firm—determined—under
a thin layer of what seemed like…disappointment.
“ Really?”
I said, a little taken back by her loyalty. I was more than glad to
know she had my back.
“ Yes.
Really. I’ve only spoken to him once,
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