Damon

[two]

chapter two

I woke up feeling exhausted and drained because of sleeping too much. But it hurts to leave my bed at a time like this. Wait, ano na bang oras?

I looked at the time to see that it was already two in the afternoon. I yelled profanities in my head as I realized I was an hour late for work! I hurriedly stood up and ran towards my bathroom and took a bath.

Normally, it would take me forever to take a bath but now is not the time because I'm later than any late worker should be.

So I bathed, prepped myself and now I'm ready to go.

As I arrived at Café La Mademoiselle— the coffee shop which my aunt owns, Aunt Savvy was already waiting for me. Probably waiting for me to shout at.

I ran towards her as quickly as I came, she stood up and smiled at me sweetly. Too sweet for my liking.

And to be honest....

I. Am. Not. Liking. Her. Smile.

Holy crud, I'm fucked. So fucked.

"Nadia, my dear, how are you?" she asked. I am really getting nervous.

Nevertheless, I still answered. "I'm fine, Aunt Savvy. I'm sorry I'm late."

"It's okay, dearie." she smiled. Oh- wait, what?

I was shocked from what I heard. "Reall-"

"No. Get inside, you're in charge of the dishes, young woman. You are almost two hours late for work! I don't pay you so you can slack around! I told you I don't tolerate tardiness!" she exclaims and went inside.

I sighed and followed her inside.

Hearing the door bell ring which is a sign that someone came in, my co-workers, Jennie and Marco, looked at me and smiled. Jennie mouthed, 'Hala ka, Rae.' I nodded and mouthed, 'Oo, alam ko.'

Sumingit naman sa amin si Marco and said, "Well, look on the bright side, atleast she didn't fire you, Rae-rae."

He's right. Atleast Aunt Savvy did not fire me.

Hours later, pagkatapos ng maraming utos kay Aunt Savvy, she told me to take the trash outside.

And so here I am, making my way to the door while carrying a large plastic with full of pure garbage.

It was smelly as fūck but I gotta endure it. The place where garbage is thrown was only half a mile away.

After a few minutes of struggling, I finally reached the spot and dumped the trash over the.... well.. the trash.

Pinagpag ko ang mga kamay ko pati ang damit ko para "effectively" na matanggal ang amoy ng basura sa'kin.

I turned around only to accidentaly hit my nose with a stone wall.

Wait, what? Wala namang pader dito. . .

I was startled when I felt the 'wall' vibrate then heard a deep chuckle.

"Well, hello there."

I recovered from my shock and desperately tried to hide myself from embarrassment. Well, tried. There's nowhere to hide anyway. So I faced him- 'him' because he sounded like a guy, I just assumed.

"Hello, I- I'm sorry about that." I apologized, looking at the ground- or anywhere but him.

He chuckles again, clearly showing amusement. "It's fine, Miss. No trouble done."

I'm a bit glad that he wasn't pissed at me for bumping into him. It's not like I mean it.

Without realizing anything, I held my hand out and as if someone was controlling me, I introduced myself to him.

"I'm Nadia Smith, by the way." Wait, what?

"Well then, hello, Miss Nadia. I'm Damon," he said, taking my hand and giving it a little shake, "Damon Vasilakis."

I nodded again, completely stunned at the way I acted. The way my name rolled off his tongue was giving me goosebumps. He just ever so perfectly pronounced it. But why the hell did I do that? Why would I introduce myself to a stranger? What if he's a robber? Or what if he's a rapist? What if-

My thoughts were cut when I heard him clear his throat. "May I ask why you haven't looked at me yet? It's not like I'm a robber or a rapist, Miss Nadia." He said, as if reading my mind.

"Wha- oh- how- wha--" I stuttered.

"You're easy to read."

And at last, with all the courage I've gathered, or maybe not, but still. I finally looked up, expecting an average-looking man. But he was far from average.

He was... he was beautiful.

No, scratch that. He's perfect. Like angels carved his face or that he's one of them.

"Wow, you're so beautiful." I didn't realize I said those outloud until he chuckled again, distracting me from anything that's pushing me to him.

"I'll take that as a compliment, I think."

My face instantly turned beet red from embarrassment at what I had just said.

"I... Uh-"

I was going to try to apologize for my action towards him but I was cut off by a loud, female voice that was clearly approaching us, calling me by my full name.

"Nadia Miracle Rae Smith! I just told you to take out the trash! Why the hell did you take so long?!"

At the sound of Aunt Savvy's voice, I quickly gathered my shit together, mumbled a quick good-bye and scram away.

Well, thank you for saving me from more embarrassment, Aunt Savvy. I think I owe you one.

-tbc-

a/n:
nadia is pronounced as na • da • yah, not nadia- na • dyah, for everyone's information. and ian somerhalder as damon vasilakis at the multimedia. thank you. c: