Olivia
"Get in here!" Mr Maurice barked before I'd even clocked in.
Great. Someone clearly skipped their morning coffee– or got chewed out by the wife again. Classic Maurice.
His ushering us into the kitchen could only mean one thing. It was a customer's birthday.
Again.
We had just danced for that weird man that has had his birthday 7 times already this year last night, I would so curse him if he was back again today, saying it's his birthday again.
I knew Ava had the same thought as we passed knowing glances at each other.
It was only 10am and I was already exhausted and tired of this job.
We were right. Mr Maurice said to us, "There's another birthday this morning." He then nudged his head in the direction of the tables and chairs in the Cafe, "The gentleman with the blue cap." He looked at me and Ava square in the face and I noticed his mustache twitching towards his upper lip as he said rather harshly, "I'll give you 3 minutes. Get a cake. Then, I'll start the music. Go, get dressed!"
Mr Maurice said like we weren't already fully dressed. He was saying that like he didn't mean we should go put on that ridiculous butt and boobs under our skirts and tops.
Ava and I exchanged a look again.
This time around, Mr Maurice caught the look and smart him, he could read the look on our faces. He sneered," Well if only you both did not have such small woman features, you wouldn't be wearing that!"
Yeah, right. Asshole.
Ava and I exchanged another look as Mr Maurice walked away. We shook our heads and then started to hurriedly push in our "boobs and ass" underneath our clothing.
We were done in less than a minute and Ava handed me a small cake," Ready?"
I sighed deeply, "Yeah. I guess."
Just then, Bluest Flame by Selena Gomez started playing loudly on the speakers.
"Huh???" Ava and I said at the same time to ourselves, a frown but an amused look on our faces.
"This song??" Ava looked like she wanted to burst out laughing.
I shrugged, "We'll just have to wait until the heavy beat starts cause we can't dance to this."
"We could wind our waists?" I then joked, throwing her a look.
Ava snorted, "Girl, this is a cafe, not a strip joint."
God, I loved her.
I beamed at her, "You look sexy." Then, I made a flirty face at her boobs and ass, obviously just being a clown.
Ava always matched my energy. She did the same to me, "You too, cookie."
I laughed out loud and just then, the heavy beat of the song started. Ava and I looked at ourselves noting our cue to start dancing into the Cafe.
Just before we were about to go, I said to Ava, eyes wide, voice loud because of the booming music, "Wait wait, who's the celebrant again?"
Ava shrugged, "Gentleman with the blue cap." She quoted Mr Maurice.
Immediately I stepped into the Cafe, I knew exactly who it was.
He was staring straight at the door Ava and I came through. I don't know exactly what happened to me, but my breath caught in my throat, and my heart skipped two beats.
He had a blue baseball cap covering most of his face, yet he couldn't hide all that beauty on his face.
He tilted his head up a bit as he saw Ava and I come through the door, just enough for me to notice the smoky gray color of his eyeballs.
His cap shaded most of his face but it couldn't hide the sharpness of his jaw– or those smoky gray eyes that locked on mine the moment I walked in.
He didn't glance at Ava. Didn't scan the room. Just me.
He was beautiful. He looked like a Greek god with his long lashes,gray eyes, thin red lips, and sharp jawline.
For some reason, I couldn't take my eyes off him. My eyes were glued to his as we danced towards him.
He had been giving me an intense look. A look so intense, yet I couldn't tell what he was even thinking.
I could read that he was pretty weird because after giving me an intense look, his face then warmed up with a small smile–slow and deliberate– like he knew exactly what he was doing. My knees almost buckled.
You would think he's so perfect when he's staring at you. Nothing could make him more perfect than he already was until he smiled.
He was a fucking piece of art.
His warm smile made a smile tug on my lips, too, as we kept dancing towards him.
I noticed Ava giving me and this stranger weird looks, obviously wondering what this staring activity that we were engaged in was all about.
We finally reached his table and I placed the cake down on his table and said to him, "Happy birthday. "
I noticed the way I was breathing, like I had just run a marathon. I tried to be subtle with my hard breathing while I wondered what was wrong with me. I was used to guys staring at me like crazy but why had this stranger's stare made me hot all over yet nervous at the same time?
I had never felt this way before and I was a bit scared.
Either I was hallucinating…or Zeus really had a son. And someone let him walk into our café like it was no big deal.
And, just like that, I was very curious about him and really interested to know him.
He stared down at the cake a little longer than necessary. He then looked up and offered me a polite smile. That smile could drop many girls down to the floor in a second. But since I was relatively strong, I could feel my legs shaking, my knees weak, all the while still hiding my heavy breaths.
For the first time, he looked at Ava. He gave her a polite smile, too, and a nod of appreciation. There was something regal in his demeanor.
Ava and I turned away from him to walk back into the backroom amidst claps from other entertained customers.
"Dammmmnnnnn!" Was the first thing Ava said to me as we got into the backroom.
I let out the breaths I had been holding in. I could feel my heart pounding hard.
Damn, what the hell is going on?
Ava asked, "Do you two know each other or something?"
"No!"
"Then what was that gooey-eye thing back there? You looked like you were gonna faint."
I passed a light glare at Ava while being sarcastic, "Oh, I did? Damn, I didn't notice." I said, all the while being out of breath.
Mr Maurice then strolled in, "No time to chitchat! Get to work!" A small smile crossed his face, "Nice performance out there, girls."
Ava and I passed ourselves a look. The only time Mr Maurice seemed a bit happy with us was when we just finished dancing.
Ava and I hurriedly removed our boobs and ass from underneath our clothes.
Mr Maurice said to me, "Olivia, get to the counter." He turned to Ava, "You, come with me to the pantry."
We did as Mr Maurice instructed. As I stood at the counter, recording sales on the logbook, I tried hard not to look up at the stranger we had just danced for that had given me something even much worse than butterflies in my tummy.
I could tell that he was a strange person. Why was he staring at me like that? Why is he celebrating his birthday and he's celebrating alone?
We had never had a customer come in here claiming that day was his or her birthday and was sitting alone.
Ugh. I'm so distracted. What am I even writing again?
I frowned lightly at the book, wondering where I got these figures from and what the hell is a 'fle' as I had written.
From my peripheral vision, I noticed the gray eyed stranger stand up from his seat, the cake we got him, in his palm untouched.
I thought he was heading for the door but instead, he walked in confident steps towards the counter.
With every step he took towards me, my heart beat in synchrony.
He placed the cake on the counter and sat on one of the stools at the counter.
I looked up at him.
He had a solemn look on his face. He then gave an easy smile and went, "Hello."