Romanticismo Per Caso ❤

This Girl (Elias POV)

When I had first met Lorena, I didn't know how she was going to be such a pain to work with. Sometimes she seems like she genuinely wants to talk to me and others she completely zones me out. I couldn't sleep at all that night because she had been on my mind. She had this heart of steel that I wanted to get to know more which made me more curious about her. She tried to help me out of situations that could have jeopardized my job, then pushed me away. When I get ready for work the next day, I realize I have to run to the store before work which will make me late. I don't think Lorena will be too mad.

I jumped in my 2022 black Volvo that I worked so hard to get. I own many lots that I have sold and gotten a lot of money off of. Why was I working in a restaurant then? Because my mother thinks that I should humble myself. She also thinks that it would be a good idea that I could learn culinary skills. Always gotta do what my mother thinks. That's why I ended up making so much money because she's the one who signed me up for spelling bees, she's the one who signed me up for chess competitions and she's the one who made me go to Umeå universitet. I obviously got a full ride as well.

When I leave the supermarket for some things I need, I check my phone. I see Lorena has texted me through our work app. "Where are you, Elias?" I scoff and roll my eyes. I know she is going to be mad at me all day. As I enter my car, I see that someone is calling me and it's Lorena. "What?" I say buckling my seat belt and checking my mirrors. "Are you coming? Also there's a meeting tonight." I can barely hear her over the noise of the restaurant. "Well I can't get there any quicker if you are trying to distract me on the road." I told her. I hear her sigh and I smile somewhat at her irritation. "Okay, bye Elias." And then she hangs up. I speed somewhat to the restaurant and get there before she tries to call me again.

I hope that this meeting that is happening will not run on forever. I have to say, I do like working for a restaurant but there are some downsides to it. I mean really a meeting after we have to work? Why not before? I get inside and see Tracy at the front desk. Tracy really was something. She always glanced at Lorena and I. You will never know how much I wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off of her face. I had to admit, Lorena was beautiful but I wasn't working her for some stupid "Hallmark" romance.

"Lorena, we have two orders coming up for the Breakfast Bruschetta!" Dario, one of Lorena's cousins, orders. "Coming right up!" Apparently this restaurant makes breakfast as well. I mean this was a gorgeous and diverse place. There were many seats and even upstairs they had a quiet place that peers could go to charge electronics or read. I know that Lorena is going to be pretty busy today because I see that she was put on breakfast duty. Yay, I have to clean the dishes today. Lorena walks her way towards me near the fridge and grabs her supplies. Her dark emerald eyes look at me with judgment. "Should have been here an hour ago, slacker." She tells me. I think to myself...she pushes my buttons too much some days. "Tu e quel ragazzo svedese siete straordinari," I overheard Brianna talking to Lorena. Oh, if I only knew Italian. She probably told her that I was a pain and I needed to leave anytime today.

Lorena's Dad has always been interesting as well. As soon as I put in my name for the interview he has given me side eyes and judging my every move. I did think that this job was going to be tense but I never knew that some of the workers could be so snarky. Her Dad is working with the biscottis and Lorena has made her way over to him. I am close by and eavesdrop a tad bit into the conversation while using a towel to wipe the dishes in the sink. "The meeting tonight should only last around 30 minutes, Lorena," He says to her. "Okay thank you Pappa." She is on the counter across from me kneading some bread. I start to walk by the fridge and so does she. She stops and stares with her hand on the handle.

"Are you daydreaming once again?" She jumps back and looks at me. "Don't bother me, we both have work to do," She replies. There we go again, that fiery personality and determined heart. "Wow, someone's in a bad mood are you alright?" As I say those words, I see in her eyes that she is happy that I care. "I'm okay I just couldn't sleep last night," She holds something in her hand and we walk away from the fridge. "I couldn't sleep that much either last night if it makes it any better," I said, attempting to sympathize with her. This obviously backfired when she told me that you have to tell others when you can't come in. She glares at me with a hint of playfulness at the end of those words. Goodness with this girl.