Nothing Above You

Eleven

Mateo Delacruz

My manager was dealing with the flirty customer from early. He was talking and dealing with him in the politest way possible.

I was shaking a cocktail as my eyes never leave the man who sits across from me. He sits with his usual man spread and looks at me with his sharp brown eyes.

My heart beats faster and the heat reaches my body and my cheeks. The things he had said to me tonight didn't make sense at all. It was meaningless. It was just a simple statement yet it made me feel like I could melt under his gaze. My legs felt jello. I couldn't stand.

He had so much power on me without for no reason at all.

"Enjoy your drink." I smile at the young girl who sits in front of me. She is using her phone, typing furiously. She doesn't take her eyes away from her phone and takes the glass. She chugs it in a one go and coughs a little before putting the glass back on the counter.

"Shit." She mumbles and I can't help but laugh a little. She looks up and stares me with a bit angry expression.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to" I say smiling. She looks at me and sighs. "This motherfucker thinks he has rights on me." She says and rolls her eyes at me.
I just laughed at her and she calls me a motherfucker for that?

"Excuse me?" I look at her with confusion and she looks at me. "Oh no, I'm not talking about you. My boyfriend." She shows me her screen and laughs. "Oh.." I laugh at that and feel comfortable rather than embarrassed.

"He thinks he owns me, he doesn't want me to go to parties." She mumbles and rest her face in her hands. "I mean I love him, but he should know that I am not someone he can control." She says and my eyes move back at the figure who is sitting in the same place from before. Is he not going to leave today?

Control.

"I see. You should talk to him." I mumble and she looks at me like I had said something insane. "What do you think I'm doing?" She shows me all the texts that she had sent. They were arguing. Not understanding each other at all.

"Yeah, that's good but I think you should talk to him in person. It might help you understand each other more. Who knows he might be taking the wrong idea of your texts or the other way around. I think talking while showing your emotions is a good idea."

I smile at her and she nods. Almost tearing up. "You are right, I should talk to him in person." She smiles and gets up, hugging me over the encounter. I hug her back awkwardly as I pet her back. "Thank you" she whispers.

"No problem at all." I smile and pull back.
The lady leaves after paying. She walks out of the door and I look at her, smiling proudly.

"You look happy." His deep voice interrupts and I know who he is. I slowly look at him and he sits in the place of the girl that had just left. "I am." I say and smile lightly.

"Why? She agreed to sleep with you after your shift?" He says with a little smile. His face has a cocky look and he stares down at me.

"Excuse me?" I raise my eyebrow not believing he has the audacity to say something like this.
"What? Did she not?" He says shrugging his shoulders. He was talking as if it was the most normal conversation we should be having. It was pissing me off.

"Mr. Marcelo I think you should leave. You have drank enough." I look at him and wait for him to say anything. He doesn't say anything and stares at me. His eyes moves from my forehead to my eye, then he looks at my lips and then back at my eyes.

"You didn't answer." he says softly. His caramel brown eyes wait for my answer and I sigh. "What?" I ask him annoyed. What was he thinking of himself.
"Are you going to sleep with her?" He asks again and I feel angry. How can he just judge me like that.