Secrets From Another World - COMPLETED (Free to Read)

Chapter One - Green Eyes

Chapter One: Green Eyes

"Order up," Abner shouted from the kitchen.

Abner was the owner, slash cook of "this here fine establishment," as he liked to call it. In reality, the place was just a regular old truck stop café.

Abner was a portly man in his mid-fifties and rather hairy. He wasn't one of those disgusting, fat greasy cooks, though. Thank goodness.

There were smoke stains on the ceilings and walls, accompanied with a thin film of cooking grease. Though no one smoked inside anymore, you could still smell the smoke that had seeped into the paint over the years.

Abner always said he didn't want to waste money on new paint since it would just grease over again.

"Thanks, Abner. You got them hash browns ready for table eight yet?" I asked as I picked up another tables order, balancing the tray with several dishes on it with one arm.

"Almost done, Macy," he said, cranky.

He was kind in his own way, but he didn't want everyone to know that he was an old softy.

After giving Abner a small smirk, I delivered the order and headed back with hash browns for table eight when a group of military personnel walked in. They sat at one of my tables and I sighed.

I was hoping to hurry up and get out of there. My shift would be over in ten minutes and now I had to wait on a new table. My feet ached, my back was stiff and my neck felt as if had been glued to my shoulders. I was ready to leave.

"Hey Marge," I whispered to Abner's favorite waitress.

She was at least sixty, or at least looked sixty from her many wrinkles and her raspy smoker's voice.

"Yeah, what ya need kid?" she whispered back to me in a gravelly voice.

"If I take this table's order, will you finish it for me? I really need to get into town before the store closes. My cat needs food."

"Yeah, sure, sweetheart. You go on and get out of here." Marge's southern accent, with her gravelly voice, really made her sound even older.

With my pad and pen in hand, I walked over to the table. "What can I get for you today?" I asked, looking down at the small group. My curiosity was piqued instantly.

To me, they looked a little off to be military. First, they all looked wild. Second, they seemed to be extremely nervous, as if they had just robbed a bank or something.

The only girl in the group had thick, large auburn curls and kept her eyes down as she bit her nails nervously.

The only blond guy in the group had hair down to his shoulders, which I thought was too long for someone in the military, and the other two—both brunettes—looked as if they could be in the army, but I still wasn't convinced. One thing was for certain though they were super-hot looking. Then again, I was always a sucker for a man in uniform.

"Yes, could you get us all a glass of ice water and the special?" One of the brunette men asked. I looked to him at the sound of his voice and froze.

He was mesmerizing, and his eyes looked like they could see into your soul, or my soul at least.

They all had green eyes, I noticed now, but I felt hypnotized when I looked into his.

Awe struck, I nodded and stiffly walked to give Abner their order. I didn't want to leave anymore. I was hoping for a phone number from the green eyed army hunk.

Marge caught me staring at him from the back. "Not going to leave yet are ya?"

I blushed. "Nah, I guess I can handle this last table."