Cute one shots

beautiful stranger

"God help us." I mutter to my fellow waitress Cindy. She rolls her eyes as we watch the boisterous, stumbling men enter.

I go wipe down the front counter right before they come up and Cindy begins to take their orders.

Yep. The typical Friday nighters. Constantly flirting, though I wouldn't be surprised if they had wives and or kids at home.

When they had ordered, Cindy walks over and groans.

"You ok?" I chuckle.

"Just part of the job." She sighs. "I'm taking a quick bathroom break." She tells me, so I can cover the register for her.

Just then, another man walks in. Sunglasses, tall and wearing all black. I could see a Snake tattoo creeping out of his short sleeved tee. He looked almighty hot but dangerous.

He walks straight to the register.

"Good evening." I sigh. "What can I get for you?" I ask. I'm sure it was that stage of the night, where even my fakest of fake smiles was failing.

"Just a burger. No fries though. A coke, too." The man mumbles.

"Sure. Are you eating in?" I ask him. He nods and points to the booth in front of the register as if to ask if it was ok to sit there. "Yeah. Your food will be ready in a couple of minutes." I tell him.

He nods and sits down right beside the register, still not removing his glasses.

Cindy trots back over and notices him immediately.

"Oh, of course, I go take a leak, and you get the mysterious beauty." She mumbles. I widen my eyes a fraction, she was quiet but there was no way he didn't hear that.

"Cindy." I hiss stealing a glance at him. He was staring at his phone, unfazed. Maybe, he didn't hear?

I watch as Cindy takes the boisterous group their food, and chef Al brings out this man's burger and drink.

I take the tray from him and push it towards the guy. He thanks me, but other than that, his focus remains on his phone.

I decided to start sweeping in hopes that we could close up soon.

"So, we're new in town. We're wondering where we can get drinks?" One of the men Cindy was serving asks. I see him shoot his friend a wink.

Pah! I bet I've seen these men at the supermarket in the last two weeks.

"A bar?" Cindy asks. The table agrees. "Well, there's Paddy's down the street. If you walk a little further down, there's supposedly a new club called Flex?" Cindy lists off.

"Mmhm. And when do you get off here?" He asks Cindy.

"I finish when the place is empty. Then I go home. To my son. And loving Husband." Cindy remarks before walking away with a tight smile.

The table falls into laughter at his rejection.

The sweeping was tiring, and I could feel sweat on the back of my neck from lack of air. I decide to pull my hair up.

Obviously, the guy seems to think I'm interested because he smirks at me.

"And you?" He asks.

"No thanks." I tell him, which causes his friends to laugh louder.

"Well, you're obviously not married." The guy laughs. "No harm, no foul."

"Obviously?" I ask, with my brows raised.

"Nah, you're too young." He remarks.

"Really, I'm not interested." I tell him as I continue to sweep.

"Why? Stick too far up your ass?" He bites.

Just as I was about to turn around and probably body slam this guy, the attractive guy, near the register, gets up from his seat, and it's almost as if the entire restaurant fears him.

"Can I enjoy my burger without the sound of your smartass every two seconds?" His gruff voice echoes around the silent diner.

"It's a public space genius. I can talk all the damn shit I want." The sleaze bag retorts. Well, he had a point.

"You might be right. For one, I don't have to hear it though, and for two, hitting on girls who have told you no multiple times is harassment."

That shut the sleeze bag up. Or, so I thought. The guy takes his seat back down at the counter to finish his food.

"Alright, tough guy. Me and you right now." Sleeze bag pipes up. He gets out of his booth and walks up towards the counter, only getting so far before his friend stops him.

"Jack, not worth it man." His friend mutters.

Jack lets out what sounded like a growl before storming over to the counter.

"Ok, hey! No fighting in here!" Cindy yells as the guy at the counter gets up.

"You get any closer, and you'll regret it." The tattooed guy warns.

"Uh huh, what you going to do?" Jack taunts.

By now, everybody was staring anxiously. Chef Al and I share a look. He was the only other guy in here who could probably put an end to this, but he was well into his fifties. These guys were 25-30, at least.

"Get back to your friends, buddy." The mysterious guy grins.

Aw, now why did he have to go say that!

Jack growls again before launching his fist across the booth. The mysterious guy manages to dodge it but makes no effort to fight back.

"Jack!" Another friend exclaims. He pulls on Jack's shoulder and drags him back to their booth.

"You'll be leaving." Cindy calls as the group go back to their booth. I hear the guys sigh and curse Jack under their breath. They ultimately pay their bill and leave, Jack's tail caught between his legs in embarrassment.

"Thank you." Cindy grins at the mysterious guy as the group leaves the diner. "Is everything ok with your food?"

"No worries. And yes the burger is perfect. Let me get another to go, and I'll be out of your hair." The guy replies with a chuckle.

"Sure. On the house." Cindy walks right into the kitchen before the guy can insist on paying.

"I'll pay." The guy turns to me.

"You can try, but Cind won't allow it." I laugh.

Cindy yells some sort of confirmation through the kitchen window. The guy and I share a laugh, and he takes off his sunglasses.

I immediately notice the giant bruising around his eye.

"Yeesh! You pick a fight with every douchebag in town?" I retort.

"Y'know as someone who just moved here recently, I have to say, this town has an unexplainably large proportion of douchebags living here." He replies.

I couldn't tell if he dismissed my question or if he answered it.

"Yeah, we should really put up warning signs as you drive into town." I decide to answer, going along with what was hopefully a joke.