A Tricky Situation

A Shitty Guy

I sigh, sitting up in bed. I look around my shabby apartment and groan. Life isn't going as well as I would like it to.          

Rolling out of my warm covers, I shiver and head to my bathroom. I eyes myself in the mirror as I brush my teeth. My curly black hair is in shambles, and there are bags under my eyes darker than my future.

Either way, I need to get ready, so once my mouth is fresh I turn to the rest of the problem. I turn on my sink and try to wet my hair with my hands in an attempt to tame the curls, as well as splashing water in my face. When I'm done I look more alive than I did before, but still not thriving in the looks department.

I glance at my phone, a spike of adrenaline running through me when I see the time. I need to be at the diner in like 30 minutes... I quickly change into my work uniform, which is just black jeans and a black shirt, and hesitate before grabbing my keys. It'll probably be easier to walk, what with the city traffic at this time of morning.

I bolt out the door and start jogging down the street. The diner isn't too far away but if I'm late again my supervisor might just murder me in cold blood. The brisk air bites my nose as I hustle towards the small diner that I slave away at.

By the time I make it in, my cheeks are flushed from the cold and I'm panting, but I'm on time. Thankfully too, because just then my supervisor appears from the back room.

"Good being on time, Layla, I was about to fire your ass," he grins, but there's venom in his eyes and I can tell he really would've.

I laugh nervously. "Yeah, thanks. I'll make it a habit."

I clock in and soon I'm back to my daily routine of this boring-ass diner. Barely any costumers have come in ages, and my only solace is the on duty chef who happens to be suffering with me today.

"I can't with this today. Why don't we close if no one ever comes here?" Brittney says.

"Yeahhh but then you and I would be out of a job," I smile.

She sighs. "I suppose you're right. God, I just wish some kind of rich hunk would just come through those doors-"

Before she can continue, a bell sounds in the front as a customer comes in. We book turn our heads at the same time to see a tall figure in the doorway. Brittney's jaw drops as the hottest guy ever seen appears. He has dark hair and eyes so deep they might as well be black. He's dressed in a black button down and slacks. I giggle at her response and shoo her away.

"Go back to your station in the back, miss fortune teller." I joke. She reluctantly disappears in the back room.

He comes up to the counter, and I take a deep breath. Now is not the time to get flustered, I have a job to do.

I smile. "Hi, how can I help you?"

He says nothing, and instead takes a long moment to look me up and down, a ghost of a smirk on his lips and amusement in his features. I roll my eyes. Of course this is another one of those sleezy rich boys who think they own everything.

"Sir? Would you like to order?" I wave a hand in front of his face in an attempt to bring him back to reality.

His dark eyes flash with anger and he grabs my hand. "What kind of server are you? Rude-ass..."

My hot-headedness gets the better of me here. He is calling me rude? Oh hell no. "I don't know where you were brought up but I feel like it was a barn because where I grew up, you're kind to those who are doing you a service." I snap.