Just Rosalie

An Awkward Situation Part1

Walking into the restaurant eased the tension that Blair had been strolling along the sidewalk with. The smell of freshly baked bread filled her nostrils with nostalgia, and made her stomach rumble with urgency. It was a small, gorgeous restaurant that she'd become fond spending her time at since she noticed it a couple of weeks ago. For a privileged woman as herself, it was the right mixture of fine and casual dining.
At the reservation desk stood the blonde-haired beauty that Blair had unsubtly flirted with since the first day she'd noticed her. The redhead had a fascination for blondes, as stereotypical as it was. There was just something about blond-ies that made her weak in the knees.
The restaurant had one set of customers other than her, and it seemed as though there would not be any more for a while. It was peaceful and welcoming. Blair never enjoyed getting lost in a crowd, and always found it gratifying to be able to look around and see more chairs than people. She was, indeed, a reserved person. It was rare for her to ever open up to anyone, and it was shocking when she did.
She strutted towards the blonde, who seemed deep in thought, her pen in one hand tapping against her cheek. But as soon as Blair neared, she snapped out of the trance that she was in and looked at the redhead with light blue, widened eyes.
Clearing her throat, Jennivine gripped onto the edge of the notepad in front of her and brushed a strand of her hair away from her eyes as she recognized the face—a recently, regular customer.
"Good Morning, ma'am, how can I help you this morning?"
Blair flashed the woman a charming smile and tilted her head to the side.
"I was wondering if you'd finally get that drink with me."
Jennivine swallowed and inhaled deeply, her chest rising with a sudden furrow to her brows. Those brown eyes held no resemblance to the ones that she'd enjoyed staring into—she felt nowhere close to how she'd felt for Rosalie.
"Is there anything else that I can help you with?"
The redhead pressed her lips together and sighed. She gave Jennivine a look over, admiring the dimple in between her brow and the ones at the sides of her lips.
"So, no drinks?"
She persisted in hopes of finally being able to snag the hot waitress's company for a night. Those blue eyes were always too tempting not to indulge in. And Blair would've loved to spend more time getting lost in them, if Jennivine would agree to it.
"Let's find you a seat, shall we?"
Jennivine ignored the redhead's advances like she had been doing for the past couple of weeks and slid from behind the reservation desk.
She led Blair to a two-seater at the end of the room, where there was an elegant laid, white table cloth, with cutlery nicely organized and a lovely, single, red rose in a small vase on the center of the table.
Blair accepted, once again, that she was not going to get the number that she wanted, probably because the waitress was straight.
"Here's your menu." Jennivine placed the menu on the table and pressed her lips together. "Or would you like your usual?"
"My usual, hmm. Maybe I'll try something different today. What do you recommend?"
Jennivine shifted onto her left side and thought for a few seconds before deciding.
"The Rosalie Breakfast Special is probably something you might like. It's a combination of maple glazed bacon, caramelized onions..."
"You had me at bacon. I'll have that and a Chai Tea with skim milk and no foam."
"Got it. The Rosalie Breakfast Special, Chai with skim, no foam. Will that be it?"
"Yes, Jenny. That will be it."
Blair wagged her eyebrows and bit down on her bottom lip as she watched the blonde walk away. Light curves and long legs looked perfect on the waitress, along with those big, blue eyes to die for. Blair inhaled a deep breath and grabbed her phone from her purse.
She had an event to attend later that day to support Breast Cancer Awareness. It was a fundraiser organized by her mother, and she was dreading to attend. There were definitely going to be some of her ex-lovers in attendance. A few were in heterosexual marriages and had a kid or two, most were lying to themselves about their sexuality and pretending to be straight, or maybe they did realize that they were into men. It wasn't Blair's place to judge. She just knew what she knew, and when those women went down on her, they seemed gayer than a lesbian at a Pride Parade. But maybe she was wrong. People aren't always what they seem to be, and everyone had to live their lives to suit themselves, just like she was trying to do.
Sending a text to her driver, to inform him that he should pick her up at eleven, she threw her phone inside of her purse and exhaled a low breath. Jennivine, then, came back over with her beverage.
"Thank you, Jenny."
Blair smiled sweetly at the blonde, noticing that she, at least, managed to make the woman blush.
"I'll put your order in now."
Jennivine said realizing that she should have put the order in before making the tea. Blair just gave her a nod and Jennivine took that as permission to go ahead without having to hear any complaints.
Jennivine placed the order to the kitchen and went to check on the other pair of customers, before heading back behind the reservation desk to wait on something else to do. There wasn't much to do around the little restaurant, especially on a Tuesday morning.
A loud sigh escaped her lips when she thought about how much Rosalie enticed her. She still felt foolish for continuously asking the woman to leave that day. But she was just doing her job, right?
Tapping the tips of her middle and index fingers against her notepad, Jennivine closed her eyes and tried to calm herself down. Her anxiety had no right to affect her behavior at work. Just because her wife of two years died, didn't mean that she could have an emotional breakdown in public. She had to pick herself up, dust the dirt off and smile. Life goes on. She needed to learn how to live without having to depend on anyone but herself. Independence was the most expensive luxury, and failure was the worst fear—to her anyway.
"Jen, right?"
The blonde was snapped out of her thoughts when those dark brown eyes met hers once more.
"Y... yea."
She stuttered as though a frog was stuck inside of her throat, but that was certainly not the case. The young woman had startled her, at the very least, and Jennivine didn't like surprises.
"You okay there?" Rosalie arched her brow in question, amusement filling her chocolate-colored eyes. "You seem a bit frazzled, do you need a break to get better or something... or the day off...?"
Jennivine swallowed and gave the beauty a small smile, followed by a no to her concerns.
"You just startled me. Is there anything you need me to do?"
The blonde pressed her lips together and looked down at her notepad.
"No, nothing of the sort. I'm just making sure that we're good. I probably came off as a wacko, and I just wanted to clear the air."
Rosalie's laugh sent that feeling to rush through the blonde's veins again. What was it called? Chills.
Jennivine gave a slight nod and grazed her teeth together in discomfort.
"It's totally fine. I apologize for being so... unwelcoming?"
Rosalie flashed the waitress a smile and slid her fingers through her raven locks.
"You were just doing your job." The blonde nodded and moved her eyes behind Rosalie to give a look over at her tables. She had already served the flirtatious woman her drink, and was still waiting on Pedro to finish up on the meal. As for the couple, they seemed more interested in each other than the mimosas and crepes in front of them. "Oh, by the way, has that Rosalie Breakfast Special been getting any interest? As much as I love Lee naming an item after me, it makes me a bit anxious to know what customers think."
"Actually, the woman at table thirteen just ordered it. I'm gonna check if Pedro's finished with it."
Jennivine walked towards the kitchen relieved that she escaped prolonging the conversation. She didn't appreciate the things that she felt when she was around Rosalie.
As she neared the kitchen, she let out a muffled breath and held her stomach in.
Be strong. Be brave.
She chanted in her head. Some days were just harder than others.
"What do you think about the boss's girlfriend?" Pedro asked as Jennivine entered the kitchen through the double doors. He grabbed a square shaped, eggshell plate and rested it onto the countertop, before turning his attention fully on the blonde. "Any observations? Critiques? You definitely seem like the opinionated type." The blonde scoffed and headed over to the croissants on the counter to count them, just to avoid calling Pedro out on his insinuations. "And the cute girl doesn't speak?"
"Would you shut up? It's not my place to judge, okay?"
Pedro lifted his hands up in surrender before beginning to plate the food.
"They are pretty cute, don't you think? I mean, age difference aside, the boss is one lucky woman."
He let out an earnest chuckle.
"My opinion has no value."
Jennivine placed the plate on a serving tray and felt her heart pull inside of her chest. She definitely had an opinion, but she wasn't willing to share it.
"Let me do the garnish, and then you can take it to Miss Hotstuff out there."
Jennivine crossed her arms over her chest, nearing to being completely annoyed by the tall, middle-aged man, with a tendency to comment ridiculous remarks.
"So you've been checking out the customers too? I thought it was only your superiors."
Pedro sprinkled finely chopped parsley around the rim of the plate as he spoke.
"You may be insinuating something you shouldn't." Jennivine grinded her teeth together and picked up the serving tray. "Mind telling boss number two that her pizza is ready?"
"Rosalie?"
He opened the oven and took out the pan. The aroma grazed against Jennivine's nostrils and ignited her taste buds. If the pizza tasted anything close to how it smelled, Pedro could open his own Pizzeria.
"Yes. The boss's girlfriend."
Pedro gave Jennivine an amused look as he placed the pan on the countertop, the smell intensifying the increasing hunger in her stomach.
"Oh. Yeah. I will."
Jennivine felt a blush heating up her cheeks. Rosalie's name suited her perfectly, and the dish, as well.
Walking out of the kitchen, the aroma continuing to send a craving to entice her hunger, she rested the beautifully garnished plate in front of Blair.
"Is there anything else I can get you, ma'am?"
Blair smiled aimlessly and shook her head in satisfaction. The smell increased her appetite and encouraged her to dig into her meal.
"No. That'll be all. Thank you, Jenny."
Jennivine nodded and walked over to the reservation desk.