but…he’s
incredibly nice…not to mention…gorgeous…in a
very manly way of course…Well, I hope you‘re sure,
though.” Her eyes fluttered under her thick, curly lashes. I
was happy I could count on Becca, but her description of him didn’t
match in my head.
Gorgeous…yes.
Incredibly nice? I
tried to process that thought for a moment. It lingered in my mind,
floating but couldn’t connect the clashing words together.
“ Becca
to Katheryna!” Becca snapped her fingers across my face, once,
maybe even twice.
“ Well?…fired?”
Her eye brows twisted—waiting for me to hammer down the
verdict. He
just started? Fired? I
processed the information quickly, feeling somehow horrible at the
thought.
“ Well…”
I held my word and contemplated on whether I really wanted to be
responsible for someone losing possibly their only source of income.
Definitely, he was rude to me when I saw him at the café.
Well, Okay… more than rude and more than once...but, “…I
don’t know if I want to get him fired,” I finally
confessed. My thoughts were torn.
“ Whew!…great…It’ll
be nice to keep him…I mean we’re short on people,”
her tone awkward and relieved. All of a sudden, she tugged me back
toward the bar.
“ We
can’t really stand and talk here,” Becca whispered, as
soon as she saw someone coming out of the office. It seemed the mass
of crowd had doubled.
“ Lonnie is a
hawk. She is nice but do not cross her or she will ax you.” I
was glad that Becca was working that night. She was training me from
behind the counter. I didn’t know any of the menus and I really
didn’t even know how to take any orders. It felt somehow
strange to finally know his name.
Tristan…Tristan … I
said his name in my head a couple of times before I gave up on the
idea that he was someone familiar. A couple of waitresses bustled
several times to catch his attention and threw dirty looks at me. I
was confused for a while, then, I suddenly realized girls and even
women had been staring at him from every corner of the room.
I
tried to study him longer, but my view had been blocked by the chaos
of the crowd. The restaurant was packed and I couldn’t really
focus too much into him without drawing too much attention to myself.
My
first night seemed fast and painful. We were so busy, I didn’t
realize where the time went. The only thing I knew was that my feet
hurt like it never hurt before. Before I knew it, we were helping
with cleaning and stacking chairs. I didn’t think this was part
of the job description, but if it was going to let us get out of here
sooner—
From
the corner of my eye, I focused on Tristan—my thoughts again,
thinking of the mysterious stranger. There was something about him
that was definitely more than meets
the eye; he’s intriguing, mysterious, beautiful, looked very
much intimidating, and desirably dangerous. Not a
good combination in my book. My subconscious argued.
When
I noticed that he made no attempt to look in my direction, I suddenly
found the courage and I boldly stared at him, trying to possibly burn
him with my stare—I have to admit, it was a little juvenile,
but I needed to know if he remembered me. He didn’t seem to
sense anything, so I gave up on the whole thing and went to the
ladies room.
Once
again, thoughts of him began crawling and I suddenly found myself
worrying about the coincidences of our encounters—that for some
bizarre reason, he seem to turn up wherever I was at. A sudden wave
of anxiety continued to settle in me. I couldn’t seem to find a
way to calm my nerves.
Turning
the faucet on, I washed my face with cold water, splashing only my
forehead and cheeks to avoid ruining my make up. I gently patted it
with a paper towel. I noticed my eyes were red, needing sleep. I
threw the paper towel in the trash. As I was coming out, Tristan was
passing in my direction. If he was trying to avoid me, it would be
too late now. As our eyes locked, his glare was
incredibly nice…not to mention…gorgeous…in a
very manly way of course…Well, I hope you‘re sure,
though.” Her eyes fluttered under her thick, curly lashes. I
was happy I could count on Becca, but her description of him didn’t
match in my head.
Gorgeous…yes.
Incredibly nice? I
tried to process that thought for a moment. It lingered in my mind,
floating but couldn’t connect the clashing words together.
“ Becca
to Katheryna!” Becca snapped her fingers across my face, once,
maybe even twice.
“ Well?…fired?”
Her eye brows twisted—waiting for me to hammer down the
verdict. He
just started? Fired? I
processed the information quickly, feeling somehow horrible at the
thought.
“ Well…”
I held my word and contemplated on whether I really wanted to be
responsible for someone losing possibly their only source of income.
Definitely, he was rude to me when I saw him at the café.
Well, Okay… more than rude and more than once...but, “…I
don’t know if I want to get him fired,” I finally
confessed. My thoughts were torn.
“ Whew!…great…It’ll
be nice to keep him…I mean we’re short on people,”
her tone awkward and relieved. All of a sudden, she tugged me back
toward the bar.
“ We
can’t really stand and talk here,” Becca whispered, as
soon as she saw someone coming out of the office. It seemed the mass
of crowd had doubled.
“ Lonnie is a
hawk. She is nice but do not cross her or she will ax you.” I
was glad that Becca was working that night. She was training me from
behind the counter. I didn’t know any of the menus and I really
didn’t even know how to take any orders. It felt somehow
strange to finally know his name.
Tristan…Tristan … I
said his name in my head a couple of times before I gave up on the
idea that he was someone familiar. A couple of waitresses bustled
several times to catch his attention and threw dirty looks at me. I
was confused for a while, then, I suddenly realized girls and even
women had been staring at him from every corner of the room.
I
tried to study him longer, but my view had been blocked by the chaos
of the crowd. The restaurant was packed and I couldn’t really
focus too much into him without drawing too much attention to myself.
My
first night seemed fast and painful. We were so busy, I didn’t
realize where the time went. The only thing I knew was that my feet
hurt like it never hurt before. Before I knew it, we were helping
with cleaning and stacking chairs. I didn’t think this was part
of the job description, but if it was going to let us get out of here
sooner—
From
the corner of my eye, I focused on Tristan—my thoughts again,
thinking of the mysterious stranger. There was something about him
that was definitely more than meets
the eye; he’s intriguing, mysterious, beautiful, looked very
much intimidating, and desirably dangerous. Not a
good combination in my book. My subconscious argued.
When
I noticed that he made no attempt to look in my direction, I suddenly
found the courage and I boldly stared at him, trying to possibly burn
him with my stare—I have to admit, it was a little juvenile,
but I needed to know if he remembered me. He didn’t seem to
sense anything, so I gave up on the whole thing and went to the
ladies room.
Once
again, thoughts of him began crawling and I suddenly found myself
worrying about the coincidences of our encounters—that for some
bizarre reason, he seem to turn up wherever I was at. A sudden wave
of anxiety continued to settle in me. I couldn’t seem to find a
way to calm my nerves.
Turning
the faucet on, I washed my face with cold water, splashing only my
forehead and cheeks to avoid ruining my make up. I gently patted it
with a paper towel. I noticed my eyes were red, needing sleep. I
threw the paper towel in the trash. As I was coming out, Tristan was
passing in my direction. If he was trying to avoid me, it would be
too late now. As our eyes locked, his glare was
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