Chapter 7
Kirsten's P.O.V.
"Zoe, you have to stay," I said desperately, my eyes bulging out of my head. "I'll tell the chefs to keep the food in the oven, or they can heat it back up somehow." Zoe just let out a sigh, and texted her parents. "Thank you, I don't think I am going to get through this if I don't have you here." I stated, looking over at the table. I let out a sigh. They were both looking over the menus and what not. This time, he was not wearing a beanie. He let his dark chocolate curls flop over to the right side of his head, and he wore a plain white tee with a necklace. I noticed Taylor wearing one similar, and I let out a tiny whince. I felt my heart throb when Harry laughed at something she said. But I got the slightest hint that it was fake, almost. Maybe forced.
"Kirsten..." Doug said. He nudged me in the back to move along.
"Keep a look out," I mumbled to Zoe, before grabbing a pitcher of ice water and hastily walking over to their table. Why was I so nervous? I don't get butterflies. I don't get mushy-gushy. God, Kirsten. Get it together.
"Hi," I said, voice clear. That was an advantage I had. Giving speeches, projects, singing, talking, nervously talking to a crush, you would never tell I was afraid. My voice was strong and full-on. "My name is Kirsten," I said passing out the bases for their glasses. "and I will be your server tonight." I felt Harry's gaze land upon me. I saw him out of the corner of my eye, and my face probably flushed the color of a tomato. I could faintly hear anything, my heart pounding in my ears. I grabbed Taylor's cup, and started to fill it up to the top, smiling.
"Do I know you from somewhere?" Taylor asked, squinting her eyes, her mouth slightly open. She looked asian when she did that, giving me the creeps. She was studying my face, with a smile, as if that would make it less awkward. But as soon as she looked down at my shoes, her smile faltered, and she looked away- annoyed. She must have recognized my shoes from somewhere. I frowned, realizing it must have been her that I ran into yesterday..and swore at it, and ruined her shoes. Although, I did keep my head down, and so did she. Maybe she wouldn't recognize.
I poured water into Harry's glass, meeting his stare for a split second, and nervously looking away. Why do I always do that? God! Whenever someone smiles at me, I always look away, frowning, making things worse than they should have been. I regretted my decision, so I tried to meet his glance again. When I did, he smiled back, his left dimple indenting his left cheek. His eyes flickering. My heart warmed a little, and I cooled down. Maybe he remembered me! Wait, who am I kidding. Of course he remembered me, and we left it on a bad note. He is probably trying to act like he doesn't know me. Besides, I should act like I don't know him either, for little miss Taylor. It shattered my heart to say that.
I nearly had the water overflowing, because I was distracted by his devilish good looks. "Uhm," I said, almost flustered. "Any other beverages I can get for you tonight?" I asked, notepad ready.
"Pinot Noir," Please, Taylor asked.
"Which?" I questioned. She pointed to the brand of wine, which she couldn't pronounce. I nodded.
"Gotcha," I said, scribbling it down. I always end up explaining the order to the chefs, because my handwriting is literally chicken scratch. Anyways, I directed my attention over to Harry.
"I'll be fine with the ice water," He cleared his throat. "thanks." I nodded in response.
"I'll be right back," I said, grinning. I turned and steadily walked away. His charm caused my forhead to start sweating. Zoe was turned around, looking at me. She must have gotten Harry's attention, because she did a flirty wave with her mouth open, jokingly. I did a facepalm through my mind.
