I couldn’t argue with the boss. I stood outside the door, took a deep breath, and walked in.
The Hybrid buzzed with energy, and it looked as if it was fixing to be a busy night. Lee sat in the little room behind the bar ploughing through paperwork. He spent a lot of his time in there with the same concerned face he wore now.
I hung my coat up on the rack, and locked my car keys in the safe out of the way. I tied my little apron around my waist which completed my uniform. It was pretty standard; black trousers, black top, black shoes.
I headed out to check on the customers, and the smell of hot, delicious food wafted around the room as plates of burgers settled on tables. Lee, the owner, had devised the perfect family menu, and I loved everything that came out of the kitchen.
I was busy clearing up my table when the door opened. The air crept in and the most delightful scent cradled my senses as a mixture of aftershave and the woods enveloped me. I looked up to see who it was and froze.
It was him .
My breath caught in my lungs as I realised the man that I’d been dreaming about stood across from me. He turned and looked directly at me, and the same emerald eyes that I’d memorised shone with intensity.
My heart raced as I watched him walk towards the bar. His body moved with an elegant grace, and confidence exuded from him. He was tall, really tall, and the navy t-shirt he wore clung to his big biceps.
I didn’t know what to do. Half of me thought about turning around and walking away, feigning ignorance of his presence, but the other, more curious half wanted to know more about him. Against my better judgment I went to the bar with my empty drinks tray, where he stood waiting to be served.
My skin tingled the closer I got to him, and without realising it I quickened my pace to reach him. I was drawn to him like a magnet, like some unforeseeable force was pulling me towards him. I opened the half-door to the bar and stepped in. My foot caught the step and I tripped over the only stair there was, and landed ungracefully on my face.
I stood up as quick as I could, dusted off my apron and smoothed out my hair, and pretended the pulsating throb across my nose wasn’t there. It wasn’t easy, especially when tears began to form. I gathered the nerve to look at him, and I stood with my mouth open, appalled.
He was laughing at me!
His shoulders bunched up and down as he continued to laugh, and my skin reddened with embarrassment. I knew I was clumsy, but for once I really wished I wasn’t. I felt like a fool.
I cleared my throat and attempted to act cool. “Can I get you something?”
He stopped laughing long enough to answer me, “Corona.” I turned to the cooler and took out the lager, popped the cap off and handed it to him. I