CLAIRE.
The old couple I served forty minutes ago smiled at me before leaving the restaurant and I smiled back. I waved cheerfully at them and glanced around the restaurant to check if the nice guy I'd served like an hour ago was still here,and sure he was still here but he didn't really take much of his food, as most of his attention was on his phone.He has been coming here frequently and as luck would have it, I've been the one at his service most of the time. We've never had a real long conversation, I only smile at him(a smile be doesn't return) after exchanging brief pleasantries then I have the formal conversation I'm supposed to have with him afterwards.He's obviously rich. I could see that from his attire,not always a business like attire, but come on,you know how much those shoes cost? Or his wrist watch? Or his phone? He looks simple and yet managed to show off some sophistication. He easily passed as the most handsome male here.He looked up and our eyes met. Shit! He caught me staring, again. I smiled at him and waved,he didn't smile back as usual but at least I got a brief wave before he left. My eyes were glued to his back as he walked out smartly. Something I do all the time. There's nothing too special about him. He's tall, handsome and rich, those are things I've seen in a lot of guys, but I think my curious self just wanna know more about the guy who doesn't really smile.There's a problem. How can I know more about him when all we do is exchange waves once in while and say a simple hi to each other,let's not forget he doesn't smile back at me. He looks like a cool guy living a simple life anyways, but is that really the case?******I typed away on my phone as I walked swiftly and exhaled. I don't want to be late to work today just the way I was late yesterday and the day before yesterday,the same thing is happening today again. My boss has been ranting and I've been doing what I'm not used to doing often,guess what that is? AGiving apologies. Yeah, I apologise to her every damn time I get to work late.She's gonna scream red liquids today just to scold me about my lateness and make screeching sounds strong enough to destroy my ears just to make her firing threats very solid.I'm currently sending a text to my friend at work to cover up for me. I glanced up to flag down a cab but saw none passing by,they probably passed when my attention was on my phone. I glanced down back to my phone, expecting a reply from my friend,but none came.I would've loved to give him a call,but he would not answer his calls because phone calls are prohibited during work hours. I sent him another text, hoping he'd check his phone this time around,then my head collided with something hard, something I immediately recognized as a guy's chest, I've had smashes on a lot and lot of guys solid chest than I can count.In highschool,I was known as the girl who likes to kiss people's chest, especially guys' chest,and that happens because I don't always have my focus on where I'm heading to,it's either I'm typing away on my phone and nervously checking the time or I'm engrossed in a conversation with someone."Oh Fuck" I mumbled as my face met with the sturdy chest. I took two steps backwards and looked up at the guy.He was really tall as I had to really look up to get a clear view of his face,then I realized he was someone I've seen before,he used to come to the restaurant I work in the past and then voom! He disappeared! I never saw him again since the last time I thought about the kind of life he has,if it's really the simple life everyone thinks it is, or another type of life entirely.He exhaled as our eyes connected, but I couldn't see the usual slight friendliness in them. They were cold. Hard. Stony. I would've said a hi to him but his expression made me stop."Watch where you going, alright?" He said with a raspy voice and glanced at his phone.I stood on the spot trying to understand what just happened.Did we have issues in the past?I looked at him again to meet his eyes just the way it used to sometimes ago, but this time,the coldness in his green eyes made the eye contact different from the one we had in the restaurant.He walked past me without a word and left me standing speechlessly. I turned my body to stare at his back, temporarily forgetting my lateness to work. His manly figure was impressive but his character just now was nothing to write home about.I shook my head and headed to my place of work.*****I managed to smile at the customers,even the impolite ones just because I'm trying to impress my boss. She'd warned me severally to make my lack of punctuality the last time it would be happening. I promised it would be the last time but deep down in me I wondered if I could stick to the promise as I have a lot of things I do everyday.I barely had time to talk to my friend, Terry. He's a cook in the restaurant while I'm a waitress."What would you like to take sir?" I asked the man who arrived seconds ago, smiling sweetly at him.I took his order. He's grumpy, but I still managed to serve him without declaring a war.Thank God.You see, I need to get awarded for my patience sometimes.I quickly walked to another table, feeling my boss's hawk eyes on me as I walked around. She's expecting just a single mistake from me in my customer service, I know she is expecting that, but I won't give her that satisfaction.As I came near a customer's table,I began to wonder why there are lots of people today at the restaurant. It looked like they wanted me to arrive here before rushing in."What would you like to take sir?" I asked after greeting and not getting a response,I'm used to that.He had his eyes on his phone and when he looked up,I almost wanted to pluck his eyes out,but unfortunately for me and fortunately for the guy, I'm under my boss's watchful eyes. If I do something crazy,I would be the one getting my eyes plucked out instead, so I stretched my lips to form a smile against my wish.This was the guy I met on my way here less than an hour ago,I think he's back to dining here again.His green eyes softened a bit when we made eye contact,but the softness was gone as soon as it appeared,while my fake smile still remained on my face."What would....?""I heard you the first time" He cut me off rudely like I was the cause of his problems."You acted like you didn't hear me" I retorted sharply."Well you acted like I was deaf or something"For fucks sake, Maybe you are.I wanted to reply with the words above but swallowed the words, shutting my eyes and silently asking God for patience. I'm not in a good mood myself.I took his order after he kept me waiting for minutes before finally leaving him alone with his problems.All nice guys aren't really nice afterall.RYAN. The waitress left my table and I looked up and watched her walk to another table where her attention was needed. She got me torqued off than I already was and it took everything in me not to yell at her. Deep down, I know she wasn't intentionally trying to piss me off,she just doesn't know the right time to be friendly towards people sometimes. My sister sent a text again. I quickly checked it, ignoring the growls in my stomach which signified hunger. 'What about Erika?' I blew my cheeks out sluggishly. Erika is the girl for all, not the girl for one. I typed a message back to my sister 'Erika? You want me to go for Erika? For real? Nah thank you' I could imagine the vicious girl that happened to be my sister, laughing loudly at the dining table in the presence of my parents. I finally brought my attention to the food on the table and started to eat slowly. I like to come here because they cook good food,it's got a nice, homey environment and no one knows me as the rich
CLAIRE.I didn't want to be here in a lousy club perceiving different sweats and perfumes,but I'm here now,aren't I?If I didn't tell Terry about Charles' invitation,I wouldn't be here. The moment he got to know about the invitation,he started convincing me to go. He listed different reasons why I shouldn't go home early and why I should just club tonight. Terry knew Charles well since we all attended the same highschool and when Charles had specially sent a text asking if I would come tonight and I could bring friends if I wanted, I was reminded of his bad ways in highschool,always partying and still haven't changed. When I entered the club with Terry behind me who had been reminding me that we're going straight to the VIP section in the club where Charles and his friends were having fun. I looked kinda different from the other girls here in my simple high waist tight jeans and crop top. My dark brown hair was up in a ponytail and I had a shiny lip gloss on to coat my lips. I look
RYAN. "With that smile,Dave would think you're a very nice girl" I blurted out. She had a nice genuine smile to be honest. She used to give me that smile in the past. She threw me a look I could interpret as 'I'ma hit this glass cup on your forehead'. I'm sure it's taking everything in her not to act on her thoughts. "I am nice,okay?" She laid emphasis on each word. "Hm. A nice girl indeed" I said not arguing with her. Maybe if I was to be honest here,I would admit I brought out this side of her. She has been kind to me in the past,but now, that has suddenly changed. I thought she'd come around sooner though and we'd start talking again,but she surprised me. She's still so sassy towards me. "What's up with you today anyways?" She suddenly asked. The question took me by surprise. I frowned at her threw a query at her as a reply to her question. "What do you mean?"I definitely knew what she was talking about,I just needed to be sure since the question had surprised me. She s
CLAIRE. I checked my phone as I took a bite of the pancake made by Terry in Charles' kitchen. I smiled after reading the message and began to type. 'Thanks for checking up on me Dave,I hope you're fine too'The memory of the free conversation we had yesterday came flooding to my brain and I smiled widely. "Dave?" I looked up and realized Charles and Terry has been watching me intently. I nodded at Charles."Yeah Dave. He got my number yesterday""Dave is a nice guy. He's really cool" Charles said. "He is" I agreed. "This is the first time I'm seeing you roll with cool guys" Terry threw a remark at Charles."Your a shithead" Charles said grinning along with Terry. "They look matured and act older than they look" Terry comments."That's 'cause they're older. I'm the youngest among them" Charles said. "Oh" I said softly. "But I really like that Ryan dude" Terry stated.I kept mute, waiting for his next sentence. "He's got nice vibes" He added. Charles took a sip of his coffee,
RYAN.Why on earth is she walking in the rain? I'd sighted her seconds ago as I already recognized the shape of her legs and the way she takes each walking steps. I saw an expression of relief cross her face when I stopped to help her, but when she saw my face cearly,her facial appearance changed instantly. "Come on,get in. It's raining heavily" I urged. "I can see that" she said slowly. I exhaled tiredly and ordered "Claire,Just get in"Her hard expression softened a bit for a few seconds before she rolled her eyes. "Can't you be nice to me for once this week?"Am I not being nice already?"Do you want me to pluck out my eyes for you before I get viewed as a nice person?" I asked mockingly. "Can you do that?" She mocked back, turning the table around. I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel. "Do you enjoy staying in the rain?" I asked,confused. She wiped off drops of rain on her forehead,and some other drops appeared seconds later. "What's stopping you from getting in th
CLAIRE. It seems Ryan really enjoys getting me pissed off because that's what he has been doing ever since he offered to help me. He doesn't care about hurting anyone's feelings,and it takes just seconds for him to rile me up.I want him to go back to being the expressionless customer that doesn't say more than five words to me. We were so cool until I unintentionally hit my head on his chest, right at that moment, everything changed. "I know you're not a gentleman" I said sharply with the furiousness I felt in me. He smirked "Hm. You just realized that now?"That made me silent for a while. I held the shirt in my hand, glaring daggers at him. I stretched the shirt towards him. "I'd better not change then" He looked taken aback like he'd expected me to do something more dramatic, but he soon recovered. "Your gonna ruin my car with those drops of water from your wet clothes" "Then I'd better get out from this car" I said turning myself to open the car door not caring about the co
RYAN.Dave folded his arms across his broad chest confidently. Maybe that's why my sister is falling for him. She always tries to deny her attraction towards Dave but I know she wants to end up on the same bed with him one Saturday morning. "I like Claire. I like her vibes,...""But?" I inputed for him."But she's not exactly my type. She's hot and beautiful,but I prefer....""Red haired girls with green eyes?" I finished for him, my voice and facial appearance as hard as steel. "Uhm. I wasn't trying to describe your sister?""You don't sound sure" I pointed out. I've always been suspicious of their relationship since the time I met him in her bedroom, sitting on her bed. Cassie had looked surprised and nervous but quickly covered that up with a wide smile and told me Dave was in her bedroom to drop off something. I didn't question anyone, I'd simply nodded and waited for him to leave her room."Your sister was a brunette,a natural brunette before she dyed her hair to red" He's go
RYAN. In the car, Claire had stretched foward a familiar small bag which I guessed contained the black T-shirt she wore on the rainy day. "Don't worry about it. You can keep it" I said casually. "I made sure it's dry cleaned" she mentioned. "Good for you" I replied. She rolled her eyes. "Rich kids like you don't value things like this anyways""Last I checked I'm not a kid. I should be the one calling you a kid instead"I have to keep my tongue in check, this is not the time to piss her off,but then it's still hard not to give replies to her sharp words. "What do you mean 'rich kids like me' anyways?" I asked slowly. "Never mind"I frowned at her curt response. I kept my eyes on the windshield without uttering a word. The car was as silent as a graveyard. Deep down I was nervous on how to start the conversation. This is Claire we're talking about here,not an ordinary girl I want for satisfaction of my sexual desires or something. This is the fierce Claire that could cut off my