ミ★ 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘤𝘺 // 𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘝𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘳 ★彡

2 - Table for Four, Chair for One

"What a babeeeee." I roll my eyes and gaze at my reflection on the grimy bathroom mirror. The apron was ugly. UGLY AS HELL. Now, I have nothing against the color brown, in fact I love it and wear it a lot but this...this...this is by far the ugliest brown I've ever seen. I never thought that one day I'd wake up to serve people wearing an airplane barf bag for a uniform. Yet here I am, a walking barf bag, please vomit on me!

"Mars!"

I stare at my reflection for longer, I can't help it, once I'm in front of a mirror I'll never leave it. Call me vain, but I can't resist checking myself out. My hand slips into my right pocket, wandering around trying to find a hair tie, after moments of struggle my hands are met with one. I pull it out, while grabbing bits of my hair with my left hand, trying to tie it up in a shitty ponytail to keep it out of the way.

"Mars!"

"Hmm...not the worst I guess" — I mutter to myself — " but I needa go get a trim later...those bangs have gotten to damn long, like flimsy curtains" I continue to watch my reflection, I narrow my eyes a bit as I turn from left to right, taking in all angles of my face in this hairstyle.

"Mars!!"

I snort and start laughing at myself, "Nevermind it looks shit."

⊹ BANG! BANG! BANG! ⊹

My attention is immediately brought to the bathroom door. I shudder at the sudden sounds, and groan very audibly in annoyance knowing it's my damn coworker and her tiny bladder at it again. Can't the chick go to the doctor and solve her bladder issue? A girl needs some time to herself, and it shouldn't have to be interrupted by such nuisances.

"MARS GOD DAMMIT! GET OUT OF THERE!"

"Can a girl get any privacy around here!? Is that so hard?" I shout back.

"Mars you're supposed to be working right now! And the bathroom isn't your second home, so stop lurking in there constantly like a bathroom hermit!"

"Fine, FINE! I'll be out so your stupid bladder can have relief!" I check to see if the barf bag is tied around me properly, before heading for the door handle. I quickly flip the lock and open it, only to be met with her face. I scowl at her and storm off, and as I leave I shout, "and go to a damn doctor will ya!"

A faint lock sound can be heard in the distance along with a sigh of relief, I roll my eyes and mutter quietly to myself as I make my way to the cashier counter. I muster up the fakest smile I can, as I watch people eat and talk, some about to order, and others passing by. There it is again, my people watching habit...got nothing better to do but watch them all, silently judge them for no reason like a petty person.

⊹ DING! ⊹

I'm met with a pair of blue eyes, one's like the ocean. There it is, a man standing awkwardly by the entrance. I'd be lying if I said he didn't look really out of place, oh boo hoo poor thing. I take a moment to look him up and down, scanning him from head to toe. Was it obvious? Yes...but I don't care, it's a habit, one I don't plan on stopping.

His hair is scruffy, full of messy chestnut-brown waves, call it a mop. As for his clothes, just simple boots, shorts, and a shirt with a brown corduroy jacket...see now that's a pretty brown, not like the ugly barf bag brown my apron is...the cafe need's to take notes of this guy's fashion it seems, maybe we'd get better uniforms.

He looks mildly confused as he looks around, then his eyes land on me while I lean on the cash register, great...maybe he noticed the staring, is it too late to look away now? Save my ass perhaps? Nah...I just admitted to myself moments ago that I have no shame in staring...