She was beautiful even in the most stressful time. He watched her balancing the stack of plates gracefully. He admired her elegance and sophistication. Her messy ponytail, that she put up in all the hurry. The apron that strained just a little at her bust. The little beads of sweat that accumulated on her forehead, leaving behind a slight sheen as they trailed down her soft skin, down her temples and her neck into her cleavage. He forgot the busy restaurant, all focus on her.
"Enjoy your meal."
As soon as you were done with one table, you were already rushing to the next. Taking orders, serving drinks, serving food, bringing the empty plates in the kitchen. You longed to sit down and rest but for now you tried to blend it out and focused on the task ahead. As you entered the kitchen, you retied your apron, smoothed out the front and took a big gulp of water, before you took the next plate.
"Table 8"
You made a mental note. You had only mixed up table a few times but it was almost as embarrassing as dropping a full plate in the middle of the restaurant. So you always made sure you never mixed up the table numbers. You learned of your mistakes. At least most of the time. Except in your love life you seemed to always fall for the worst guys.
As you approached table 8, you noticed the guy sitting at it. He was handsome. His long hair dark brown, put in a man bun. Under long lashes mesmerising blue eyes that were almost as blue as the sea. Your gaze wandered down his muscular body hidden by a leather jacket and despite the heat in the restaurant he was wearing thick leather gloves. You set the plate in front of him and wished him a good appetite. He smiled a little and thanked you. His voice deep raspy and gruff but friendly. You felt your cheeks heat up and mumbled a little.
"My pleasure."
You averted your gaze a little flustered and hurried to the next table.
She was even more beautiful with rosy cheeks. She'd been so cute standing infront of him all flustered. He had to stop himself from asking her out right there and now. As she scurried to the next table trying to gain her composure, he watched after her, hypnotized by the slight sway of her hips. He decided he'd be watching her from now on. He didn't have much to do anyway. After he'd escaped he didn't do anything. He had no credentials no papers. Left with only his scrambled brains and broken memories he was left to his own devices. He decided that some shady work would be the best, so he resorted to what he already knew: sneaking, stealing, killing. His world continued to be dark without any light but at least he was in control. He was in control of his life. He decided what he wanted to do, he decided which contract he accepted. He decided who he killed and who he let live. He was no longer the brain-dead asset. Only existing to eliminate.
Finally you were finished. You stood in front of the counter, polishing the silverware. You were almost finished. The only task left was to sweep the floors. As you finished up, you stowed away the silverware and turned off the lights, getting the broom. You shivered a little in the now abandoned and cold restaurant. The only noise coming from the playlist you put on. You jammed out to your music as you swept the floors, making the tedious task more bearable. You finished up disconnected your phone and grabbed your purse. Putting in your earbuds you stepped out the door, locking it behind you.
He had watched her through the glass. Hidden from her in his car. As she was dancing around the empty restaurant, he admired her curves, her dorky behaviour when she thought no one could see her. He smiled to himself as he saw the carefree movements, the smile on her face sometimes turning to a grin like she just remembered a joke. He watched her stepping out the door with her earbuds in. He tutted. She was careless, anyone could snatch her off the street and she wouldn't notice until it was too late. He could snatch her off the street but he wouldn't. Not yet. But he would follow her, make sure she'd get home safe. He decided to leave his car and follow her slowly. He was a master in stealth and she, caught in her own little world, wouldn't notice him. He followed her making sure she made it to the little apartment she stayed in. He waited in front of the complex waiting for the lights to switch on. The first window on the third story lit up and he could see her silhouette through the curtains. He decided to watch her a little before returning to his car.
You finally got to your apartment, you couldn't wait to get to bed but first you had to get something to snack on. You had barely eaten today and were starving. Putting down your keys on the sideboard, you immediately made your way to the kitchen, getting out a banana and starting on a sandwich. You peeked out the window, you just couldn't shake the feeling of someone watching you. You had felt a hot gaze on you the whole way home and in the restaurant too. You glanced over the empty streets, blaming the feeling on your paranoia. After you had eaten you made your way to the bathroom to take a quick shower. You took your makeup off and put your damp hair in a braid, too lazy to dry it properly. After you brushed your teeth and finished up your skincare, you went to bed. You didn't have to wait for sleep too long. As soon as your head hit the pillow you were already passed out from the exhaustion of your busy day.
