for, lover (Completed; editing)

Chapter 55

"What time do you work in the morning?" Tony asks, struggling to keep his eyes open anymore.

"Seven. Don't worry, I'll get plenty of sleep."

A soft chuckle escapes his lips as his head falls against my bare shoulder. He's accepted his defeat and finally falls asleep. It's not long after that that I do the same.

My alarm starts going off early, giving me enough time to take a quick shower and eat before I have to be at work. Tony gets up from the bed and offers to make me breakfast, but I decline when I shove an EGGO waffle in the toaster.

"I could've made you actual waffles or something. You don't have to eat those."

"I like them. My mom never bought these when I was a kid because they were full of sugar."

I take a bite, getting a mouthful of blueberry flavor that I chase with a sip of coffee.

"Do you still want to have dinner when you get off? I get off early tonight and was going to try to cook."

I look over at him noticing the uneasiness on his face. "You don't have to cook for me. I know it's not your specialty." I smile to relieve some of the pressure built through this talk.

"I know but you have a long shift today and I thought it would be nice if I tried to make something. I think I can figure it out."

"That's up to you. I'm totally fine with grabbing a pizza on the way back."

He scrunches his nose. "I'm determined. I'm going to make a damn good meal and you're going to enjoy it."

I roll my eyes with a grin and lean over to peck his cheek. "I believe in you. We gotta get going though. Traffic is going to start backing up soon and you still have to make it to work on time."

Tony nods, snagging his keys from the kitchen counter and follows me out to his truck. I would've taken my own car if I had planned on staying here last night and remembered to drive it here. We got too caught up in our own antics that the night ended so quickly.

He pulls into the parking lot at Scream Beans, huffing under his breath when he sees someone already parked in the front spot.

I giggle. "That's our new delivery guy. They have to unload the truck." I unbuckle my seatbelt and push open my door. "Did you want a coffee?"

"No, that's okay. I gotta get to work anyway. You guys look busy."

"Okay." I lean over to kiss him.

He smiles as he pulls away from me. "Have a good day at work. I'll see you tonight."

I climb out and shut the door, making my way through the front door as I almost slam into the delivery guy coming out with the rolling cart. He straightens his hat, moving out of the way to hold the door open for me.

"Sorry! I didn't even see you." He apologizes.

His voice is so-

"Miles."

It comes out more of a statement than a question. He squints to make out my face that must be hard to see through the sunrise glare behind me.

Then he smiles at me. A real, genuine smile as if we were old friends that happened to fall off the grid around the same time and fate purposely brought us together to reunite. Except, it wasn't like that and he knows that.

He looks the same, only a little more tan with a stubbled chin. I had never seen him try to grow out a beard but it's already starting to suit him.

"Fancy seeing you here." He lets go of the door and lets it shut, keeping me from going inside.

"You know I work here. What are you doing here? Are you..."

"I'm here to drop off your product which, now that you mention it, can you sign this?" He hands over the clipboard hooked to the cart handle.

I glance over everything and take the pen from his hand, trying my best not to touch his skin for even a moment. I had gotten to the point where I had forgotten what it felt like.
At least I thought I did.

I pass the clipboard back over and watch him finish loading it and the cart in the back of the truck, pushing the door up when he's finished.

"I'll see you in a few days!" He winks and climbs up in the front seat, leaving the lot and almost making me late for my shift.

I sigh when I make it to the back. Vanessa is back there arguing with Jesse.

Vanessa is standing in front of him with her arms crossed, rage fueling her eyes. "Is it so fucking hard to do your job right? This isn't a difficult job, Jesse. We don't ask for much. All we need you to do is be here on time, stay in your position, and put your damn cellphone away. It looks bad on you, on me, and on the company."

It's always the damn cellphone.

"I put it away when you asked me to!" He defends.

"I shouldn't have to ask you to every single day! If this keeps happening, I'm giving you a write up."

"You're overreacting." He huffs.

I throw my apron over my neck and tie it around my back. "She's not overreacting. She's making sure you're doing your job."

They both look at me, not noticing how long I had been standing there.

"I'm sorry. It won't happen again, ma'am." He stands up, flashes me a grin, and walks back onto the floor.

Vanessa rolls her eyes, waving her arms in the air. "What is his problem? Why does he like to get under our skin?"

"He feeds off of it like a little cretin. Or maybe he has a crush on you."

She snickers, slapping her hand on the desk. "Well that's not going to happen."

"It better not. You're his boss now."

She eyes me, almost with a disappointed expression. No way she would even consider being romantically involved with Jesse after I just saw her two seconds away from slapping the smirk off his face.

"I know that. Are you on the floor today or are you back here doing your secret managerial stuff?"

I laugh. "The managerial stuff doesn't start until after twelve so I'm all yours."

"Yay! Can you help make drinks then? Jesse is good with the attitude but his drink quality is just..." She cringes. "It needs work."

"Of course."

I make my way to the floor, grabbing the first few lattes in line. There's only a handful of people waiting in the lobby for their drinks that I'm able to get out almost as fast as the next people place their orders. I'm going so fast I almost forget I'm supposed to be unreasonably rude.

"Here's your nonfat latte." I set the cup down in front of the bulky, middle aged man who I just know is heading right to the gym.

"I didn't order nonfat."

"Thought you might need it."

He laughs, shaking his head and leaves with the coffee in his hand.
I didn't even make it with nonfat milk.