Oh. Oh.
Hoping I'm correctly reading his signals, I press my outstretched hand flat to the table and push myself to subtly lean forward so the edge of the wood is pressing into the bottom of my ribcage.
His head nodding in encouragement, I tear my...
I sometimes wonder if time plays tricks on us. If all the clocks suddenly stop for seconds or minutes or even hours at a time. Or maybe the clocks carry on but time itself just gets stuck in a small infinite loop. We truly wouldn't know. Time is a presence greater than our small earthly minds can completely understand, and if it has a consciousness of any kind then it would know this-- leaving us subject to its arrogant and, unbeknownst to us, games.
These insanely dissociative thoughts were ironically the only things keeping me from losing my mind at the current situation at hand, along with cursing the universally spiteful being that was time for trapping this night in a snail's pace infinity.
It was only a long hour later that I finally got a moment's break from the incessant chirping and cawing of the venue of vultures destroying their meals (and my attitude). I took advantage of their abrupt fascination with Cas's business trip stories-- all I'm sure are greatly exaggerated and spiced up with lies. Nevertheless, I was for once grateful for his lies as they served in giving me a much deserved bathroom and water break.
Retying my freshly dusted apron around my waist, I was totally oblivious to the new singular body seated in my section until I had almost quite literally stumbled upon their table. Without much more than a glance at the back of their head and broad shoulders, I twisted on my heel and went back to grab a menu and roll of silverware before heading back.
My mind overtaken and irked by the raucous laughter and shrills of the ever present brood to my right, I kept my tired eyes downturned to the notepad and pen I withdrew from my pocket after placing the items I was previously carrying in front of the quiet customer.
"Hi, my name is Anna. I'll be taking care of you tonight. May I start you off with any drinks?"
"Mmm, let's see. I think I'll start with maybe a glance at those pretty eyes of yours, and maybe a lemonade..."
The quiet but amused rasp lilted in a deep British accent had my head whipping up and my eyes widening in surprised joy.
"Ahh, there they are," his back was tilted slightly to the wall perpendicular to the booth and his silver and gold studded fist propped his jaw which perfectly outlined the deep dimples and crinkled eyes before me.
"Harry," my voice held much more energy and was a bit louder than I anticipated, therefore I lowered it before carrying on, "what are you doing here?"
"I told you I'd see you tonight, love. D'you not believe me? Or were you just expecting me to just show up in your dreams?" The plump smirk on his face was devilishly arrogant but so welcoming to my defeated mood that I couldn't help but smile back to it.
"Just forgot is all," I replied with a shrug of my shoulders, "Now can I really get you that lemonade or were you pulling my leg?"
The chuckle that airily pushed past his pinkish lips deflated his tattooed chest that was sinfully on show due to the deep V caused from too many buttons being disregarded. I bit my bottom lip at the sight and darted my gaze back up just in time for his head to turn back in my direction.
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